FIE on this feigning, Is love without desire, Heat still remaining, And yet no spark of fire? Thou art untrue, nor wert with fancy moved, For desire hath power on all that ever loved. Shew some relenting, Or grant thou dost now love: Two hearts consenting Shall they no comforts prove? Yield, or confess that love is without pleasure, And that women's bounties rob men of their treasure. Truth is not placed In words and forced smiles; Love is not graced With that which still beguiles: Love or dislike, yield fire, or give no fuel; So mayst thou prove kind, or, at the least, less cruel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 1. MOONLIGHT NIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE SATIRE: 3. TO SIR FRANCIS BRIAN by THOMAS WYATT CHARLES LAMB by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY A DEAD MOTHER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |