Sonnet: On The Manners Of The Moderns Poem by Thomas Gent

Meek Maid! that sitting on yon lofty tower,
View'st the calm floods that wildly beat below,
Be off!-yon sunbeam veils a heavy shower,
Which sets my heart with joy a aching, oh!
For why, O maid, with locks of jetty flax,
Should grief convulse my heart with joyful knocks?
It is but reasonable you should ax,
Because it soundeth like a paradox.
Hear, then, bright virgin! if the rain comes down,
'Twill wet the roads, and spoil my morning ride;
But it will also spoil thy bran-new gown,
And therefore cure thee of thy cursed pride.
Moral-this sonnet, if well understood,
Shows the same thing may bring both harm and good.