The fairest soonest fade, Young brides in flowers array'd, Will soon grow old, And prove a scold, Tho' their forms decay'd. But would you live with her at ease, Fly from the elf and leave her; The only means a dame to please Is by your flight to grieve her. The sweetest soonest pall, The tallest soonest fall; The tender bloom, Of sweet perfume, Will pine the first of all. Little regard the ills of life, Her frowns are but to flatter; So when your flight has grieved your wife, Come back and discord scatter. The gaudy charms of May, Are quickly past away; The honey moon Will change as soon, And love to ills betray. The fairest fruit upon the tree Is ever soonest rotten; Know in as much the nuptial glee Must pass and be forgotten. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY PRAISE THE SUN by JOHN CROWE RANSOM EFFIGY OF A NUN (SIXTEENTH CENTURY) by SARA TEASDALE MOONLIT APPLES by JOHN DRINKWATER SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 23. LOVE'S BAUBLES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |