Ye happy swains, whose hearts are free From love's imperial chain, Take warning and be taught by me, T' avoid th' enchanting pain. Fatal the wolves to trembling flocks, Fierce winds to blossoms prove, To careless seamen hidden rocks, To human quiet love. Fly the fair sex, if bliss you prize; The snake's beneath the flower: Whoever gazed on beauteous eyes That tasted quiet more? How faithless is the lover's joy! How constant is their care, The kind with falsehood to destroy, The cruel with despair! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY by ROBERT BROWNING THE END OF THE DAY by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A LOVE SONNET by GEORGE WITHER AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 11. TO THE COUNTRY GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND by MARK AKENSIDE |