FAREWELL, my Sweet, until I come, Improv'd in merit, for thy sake, With Characters of Honour home, Such, as thou canst not then but take. To Loyalty my love must bow, My Honour too calls to the Field, Where, for a lady's busk, I now Must keen, and sturdy iron wield. Yet, when I rush into those arms, Where Death, and Danger do combine, I shall less subject be to harms, Than to those killing eyes of thine. Since I could live in thy disdain, Thou art so far become my Fate, That I by nothing can be slain, Until thy sentence speaks my date. But, if I seem to fall in War, T' excuse the murder you commit, Be to my memory just so far, As in thy heart t' acknowledge it; That's all I ask; which thou must give To him that dying, takes a pride It is for thee; and would not live Sole Prince of all the world beside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO A HUMAN HEART by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN GO NOW' by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS CIRCE by AUGUSTA DAVIES WEBSTER |