A secret love or two I must confess I kindly welcome for change in close playing, Yet my dear husband I love ne'ertheless, His desires, whole or half, quickly allaying, At all times ready to offer redress: His own he never wants but hath it duly, Yet twits me I keep not touch with him truly. The more a spring is drawn the more it flows, No lamp less light retains by light'ning others: Is he a loser his loss that ne'er knows? Or is he wealthy that waste treasure smothers? My churl vows no man shall scent his sweet rose: His own enough and more I give him duly, Yet still he twits me I keep not touch truly. Wise archers bear more than one shaft to field, The venturer loads not with one ware his shipping; Should warriors learn but one weapon to wield, Or thrive fair plants e'er the worse for the slipping; One dish cloys, many fresh appetite yield. My own I'll use, and his he shall have duly: Judge then what debtor can keep touch truly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE JESUS - THE CONQUEROR RENOWNED by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX PSALM 63 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE MISTAKE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |