Thou Art Not Fair, for all thy Red and White
by Thomas Campion (1567–1620)

Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white,
For all those rosy ornaments in thee;
Thou art not sweet, though made of mere delight,
Not fair nor sweet, unless thou pity me.
I will not soothe thy fancies; thou shalt prove
That beauty is no beauty without love.

Yet not love me, nor seek thou to allure
My thoughts with beauty, were it more divine:
Thy smiles and kisses I cannot endure,
I’ll not be wrapt up in those arms of thine:
Now show it, if thou be a woman right,
Embrace, and kiss, and love me, in despite!