OF what mould did Nature frame me? Or was it her intent to shame me, That no woman can come near me, Fair, but her I court to hear me? Sure that mistress to whose beauty First I paid a lover's duty, Burnt in rage my heart to tinder, That nor prayers nor tears can hinder, But wherever I do turn me, Every spark let fall doth burn me. Women, since you thus inflame me, Flint and steel I 'll ever name ye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE WAS A BOY (VERSION 1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TEN YEARS AFTER by JOSEPH AUSLANDER SONNET: LOVE'S HEIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON BEYOND RECALL by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY THE BLACK FOX OF SALMON RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |