SOME say Love, Foolish Love, Doth rule and govern all the gods: I say Love, Inconstant Love, Sets men's senses far at odds. Some swear Love, Smooth-fac'd Love, Is sweetest sweet that men can have: I say Love, Sour Love, Makes virtue yield as beauty's slave: A bitter sweet, a folly worst of all, That forceth wisdom to be folly's thrall. Love is sweet: Wherein sweet? In fading pleasures that do pain. Beauty sweet: Is that sweet, That yieldeth sorrow for a gain? If Love's sweet, Herein sweet, That minutes' joys are monthly woes: 'Tis not sweet, That is sweet Nowhere but where repentance grows. Then love who list, if beauty be so sour; Labour for me, Love rest in prince's bower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESOLUTION OF DEPENDENCE by GEORGE BARKER THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 38. THE MORROW'S MESSAGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |