For my part, I never care For those lips, that tongue-ty'd are: Tell-tales I wo'd have them be Of my Mistresse, and of me. Let them prattle how that I Sometimes freeze, and sometimes frie: Let them tell how she doth move Fore- or backward in her love: Let them speak by gentle tones, One and th'others passions: How we watch, and seldome sleep; How by Willowes we doe weep: How by stealth we meet, and then Kisse, and sigh, so part agen. This the lips we will permit For to tell, not publish it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION by GEORGE SANTAYANA SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW MODERN LOVE: 34 by GEORGE MEREDITH HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE A CHRISTMAS CAMP ON THE SAN GABR'EL by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR |