1. Goe happy Rose, and enterwove With other Flowers, bind my Love. Tell her too, she must not be, Longer flowing, longer free, That so oft has fetter'd me. 2. Say (if she's fretfull) I have bands Of Pearle, and Gold, to bind her hands: Tell her, if she struggle still, I have Mirtle rods, (at will) For to tame, though not to kill. 3. Take thou my blessing, thus, and goe, And tell her this, but doe not so, Lest a handsome anger flye, Like a Lightning, from her eye, And burn thee 'up, as well as I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LOST LOVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THOMAS A KEMPIS: DE IMITATIONE CHRISTI by RICHARD ROGERS BOWKER ASOLANDO: BAD DREAMS by ROBERT BROWNING WARNING; SUGGESTED BY THE CHRISTIANA (PA.) TREASON TRIALS by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: THE LORDS WELCOME by THOMAS CAMPION |