BECAUSE I breathe not love to everie one, Nor do not use set colors for to weare, Nor nourish special locks of vowed haire, Nor give each speech a full point of a groane, -- The courtlie nymphs, acquainted with the moane Of them who on their lips Love's standard beare, "What! he?" say they of me. "Now I dare sweare He cannot love. No, no! let him alone." And think so still, -- if Stella know my minde. Profess, indeed, I do not Cupid's art; But you, faire maids, at length this true shall finde, -- That his right badge is but worne in the hearte. Dumb swans, not chattering pies, do lovers prove: They love indeed who quake to say they love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL, FR. THE PIRATES OF PENZANCE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN DIFFERENT MINDS by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE SOFTNESS OF SYBARIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TRANSFIGURATION by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON |