GO, fickle Man, and teach the Moon to change, The winds to vary, the coy Bee to range: You that despise the conquest of a town, Render'd without resistance of one frown. Is this of easy faith the recompense? Is my prone love's too prodigal expense Rewarded with disdain? Did ever dart Rebound from such a penetrable heart? Diana, in the service of whose shrine, Myself to single life I will confine, Revenge thy Votaress; for unto thee The ruling ocean bends his azure knee. And since he loves upon rough seas to ride, Grant such an Adria, whose swelling tide, And stormy tongue, may his false vessel wrack, And make the cordage of his heart to crack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE ONES GREATNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 101 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE VIA LUCIS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN WOMAN AND ARTIST by ALICE WILLIAMS BROTHERTON THE PARSON'S LOOKS by ROBERT BURNS |