Do Greece or Ilium any good? 20
Eyes can with baleful ardour burn;
Poison can breathe, that erst perfumed;
There’s many a white hand holds an urn
With lovers’ hearts to dust consumed.
For crystal brows there’s nought within, 25
They are but empty cells for pride;
He who the Siren’s hair would win
Is mostly strangled in the tide.
Give me, instead of beauty’s bust,