SHE which would not I would choose: She which would I would refuse. Venus could my mind but tame, But not satisfy the same. Enticements offer'd I despise, And, deni'd, I slightly prize. I would neither glut my mind, Nor yet too much torment find. Twice-girt Diana doth not take me, Nor Venus naked joyful make me. The first no pleasure hath to joy me, And the last enough to cloy me. But a crafty wench I'd have, That can sell the act I crave: And join at once in me these two -- I will, and yet I will not do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PORTRAIT SONNETS: 1 by HENRY BELLAMANN ODE TO WINTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL TWILIGHT HOUR by MARIE CAPPICK FIRES OF LOVE by VILETA NELSON CHARTIER |