1. THey say you'r angry, and rant mightily, Because I love the same as you; Alas! you'r very rich, 'tis true; But prithee Foole, what's that to Love and Mee? You've Land and Money, let that serve; And know you've more by that than you deserve. 2. When next I see my fair One, she shall know How worthlesse thou art of her bed! And wretch, I'le strike thee dumbe and dead, With noble verse not understood by you; Whilst thy sole Rhetorick shall be Joynture, and Jewells, and Our Friends agree. 3. Pox o' your friends, that dote and domineere; Lovers are better friends then they: Let's those in other things obey; The Fates, and Starres, and Gods must govern here. Vain Names of Blood! in Love let none Advise with any Blood, but with their owne. 4. 'Tis that which bids me this bright Maid adore; No other thought has had access! Did she now begg, I'de love no lesse, And were she' an Empresse, I should love no more; Were she as just and true to Mee, Ah, simple soule what would become of Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A MIDNIGHT MEDITATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |