What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses She doth attyre under a net of gold, And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses, That which is gold or heare may scarse be told? Is it that mens frayle eyes, which gaze too bold, She may entangle in that golden snare, And being caught, may craftily enfold Theyr weaker harts, which are not wel aware? Take heed therefore, myne eyes, how ye doe stare Henceforth too rashly on that guilefull net, In which if ever ye entrapped are, Out of her bands ye by no meanes shall get. Fondnesse it were for any, being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND'S SONG FOR SIMOISIUS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS DEWEY IN MANILA BAY [MAY 1, 1898] by RICHARD VORHEES RISLEY GREAT FRIEND by HENRY DAVID THOREAU SIC VITA by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. RUSTIC INTERIOR by JOHN ARMSTRONG THOUGHTS AFTER VIRGIL by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |