1. IT is enough; enough of time, and paine, Hast thou consum'd in vaine; Leave, wretched Cowley, leave Thy selfe with shadowes to deceave; Think that already lost which thou must never gaine. 2. Three of thy lustiest and thy freshest yeares, (Tost in stormes of Hopes and Feares) Like helplesse Ships that bee Set on fire i' th' midst o' the Sea, Have all been burnt in Love, and all been drown'd in Teares. 3. Resolve then on it, and by force or art Free thy unlucky Heart; Since Fate does disapprove Th' ambition of thy Love, And not one Starre in Heav'n offers to take thy part. 4. If ere I cleare my Heart from this desire, If ere it home to 'his brest retire, It ne're shall wander more about, Tho' thousand beauties call'd it out: A Lover Burnt like mee for ever dreads the fire. 5. The Pox, the Plague, and ev'ry small disease, May come as oft as ill Fate please, But Death and Love are never found To give a second Wound; Wee're by those Serpents bit, but wee're devour'd by these. 6. Alas, what Comfort is 't that I am growne Secure of be'ing again orethrowne; Since such an Enemy needs not feare Lest any else should quarter there, Who has not only sackt, but quite burnt down the Towne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA VERITAS by WASHINGTON GLADDEN A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 48 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ROMANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DAY OF SURPASSING BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |