John Dryden

You charm'd me not with that fair face

John Dryden was an English poet, literary critic, translator, and playwright who was made Poet Laureate in 1668.

You charm'd me not with that fair face
  Though it was all divine:
  To be another's is the grace,
  That makes me wish you mine.

  The Gods and Fortune take their part
  Who like young monarchs fight;
  And boldly dare invade that heart
  Which is another's right.

  First mad with hope we undertake
  To pull up every bar;
  But once possess'd, we faintly make
  A dull defensive war.

  Now every friend is turn'd a foe
  In hope to get our store:
  And passion makes us cowards grow,
  Which made us brave before.