It is reported of faire Thetis Sonne, (Achilles famous for his chivalry, His noble minde and magnanimity,) That when the Troian wars were new begun, Whos'ever was deepe-wounded with his speare, Could never be recured of his maime, Nor ever after be made whole againe: Except with that speares rust he holpen were. Even so it fareth with my fortune now, Who being wounded with his piercing eie, Must either thereby finde a remedy, Or els to be releev'd, I know not how, Then if thou hast a minde still to annoy me, Kill me with kisses, if thou wilt destroy me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TIME AND THE PERFUME RIVER by KAREN SWENSON TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY, 'THE DOUBLE-DEALER' by JOHN DRYDEN THE TEMPER (1) by GEORGE HERBERT THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |