A strife is grown between Virtue and Love, While each pretends that Stella must be his: Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love, do this, Since they do not wear hid badge, most firmly prove. But Virtue thus that title doth disprove, That Stella (O dear name) that Stella is That virtuous soul, sure heir of heav'nly bliss; Not this fair outside, which our hearts doth move. And therefore, though her beauty and her grace By Love's indeed, in Stella's self he may By no pretense claim any manner place. Well, Love, since this demur our siut doth stay, Let Virtue have that Stella's self; yet thus, That Virtue but that body grant to us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH MARECHAL NIEL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN ODE OF ANACREON by ANACREON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 21. YAKBUZU WA YABSUTU by EDWIN ARNOLD |