HEAR this, and tremble, all Usurping Beauties that create A government tyrannical In Love's free state! Justice hath to the sword of your edg'd eyes His equal balance join'd; his sage head lies In Love's soft lap, which must be just and wise. Hark how the stern Law breathes Forth amorous sighs, and now prepares No fetters but of silken wreaths And braided hairs; His dreadful rods and axes are exil'd, Whilst he sits crown'd with roses: Love hath fil'd His native roughness; Justice is grown mild. The Golden Age returns! Love's bow and quiver useless lie, His shaft, his brand, nor wounds nor burns, And cruelty Is sunk to hell; the fair shall all be kind; Who loves shall be belov'd, the froward mind To a deformed shape shall be confin'd. Astræa hath possess'd An earthly seat, and now remains In Finch's heart, but Wentworth's breast That guest contains; With her she dwells, yet hath not left the skies, Nor lost her sphere: for, new-enthron'd, she cries, I know no Heaven but fair Wentworth's eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON IMITATION OF CHAUCER by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 102 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON REALISM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CLINGING VINE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON TO HIS WIFE WITH A KNIFE ON THE 14TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY by SAMUEL BISHOP AN EPILOGUE TO THE STEALING OF DIONYSOS: IACHOS SPEAKING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |