IF you and I could change to beasts, what beast should either be? Shall you and I play Jove for once? Turn fox then, I decree! Shy wild sweet stealer of the grapes! Now do your worst on me! And thus you think to spite your friend -- turned loathsome? What, a toad? So, all men shrink and shun me! Dear men, pursue your road! Leave but my crevice in the stone, a reptile's fit abode! Now say your worst, Canidia! "He's loathsome, I allow: There may or may not lurk a pearl beneath his puckered brow: But see his eyes that follow mine -- love lasts there, anyhow." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSY BOSOM'D HOURS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM AGAMEMNON: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 2 by WILLIAM BASSE SUNSET ON THE ORANGE MOUNTAINS by ADRIAN BERKOWITZ |