Classic Poem

Why should thy look requite so ill
All other eyes,
Making them prisoners to thy will
Where alone thy beauty lies?
When men's eyes first looked upon thee
They bestowed thy beauty on thee.

When thy colours first were seen
By judging sight,
Had men's eyes praised black or green,
Then thy face had not been bright:
He that loved thee, then would find
Thee as little fair as kind.

If all others had been blind,
Fair had not been;
None thy red and white could find
Fleeting, if thou wert unseen:
To touch white skins is not divine,
Ethiopes' lips are soft as thine.