"Ah! Robin! Jolly Robin, Tell me how thy leman doth? And thou shalt know of mine.' "My lady is unkind, perdie!' "Alack, why is she so! "She loveth another better than me, And yet she will say, no.' "I find no such doubleness: I find women true. My lady loveth me doubtless, And will change for no new.' "Thou art happy while that doth last, But I say as I find, That woman's love is but a blast And turneth like the wind.' "If that be true yet as thou sayest That women turn their heart, Then speak better of them thou mayest In hope to have thy part.' Such folks shall take no harm by love That can abide their turn; But I, alas, can no way prove In love but lack and mourn. "But if thou wilt avoid thy harm, Learn this lesson of me: At others' fires thyself to warm, And let them warm with thee.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DANCERS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY SHELTERED GARDEN by HILDA DOOLITTLE TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON REMEMBER OR FORGET by C. HAMILTON AIDE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES |