That selfsame tongue which first did thee entreat To link thy liking with my lucky love: That trusty tongue must now these words repeat, I love thee still, my fancy cannot move. That dreadless heart which durst attempt the thought To win thy will with mine for to consent, Maintains that vow which love in me first wrought, I love thee still, and never shall repent. That happy hand which hardily did touch, Thy tender body to my deep delight: Shall serve with sword to prove my passion such As loves thee still, much more than it can write. Thus love I still with tongue, hand, heart and all, And when I change, let vengeance on me fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READY TO KILL by CARL SANDBURG THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER DINING-ROOM TEA by RUPERT BROOKE AN INDIGNATION DINNER by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS MODERN LOVE: 47 by GEORGE MEREDITH TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 12. MAGNA EST VERITAS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE THE GREAT SAINT BERNARD by SAMUEL ROGERS |