AND what is love? It is a doll dress'd up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; A thing of soft misnomers, so divine That silly youth doth think to make itself Divine by loving, and so goes on Yawning and doting a whole summer long, Till Miss's comb is made a pearl tiara, And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots; Then Cleopatra lives at number seven, And Antony resides in Brunswick Square. Fools! if some passions high have warm'd the world, If Queens and Soldiers have play'd deep for hearts, It is no reason why such agonies Should be more common than the growth of weeds. Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl The Queen of Egypt melted, and I'll say That ye may love in spite of beaver hats. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF MARION'S MEN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI GATHERING SONG OF DONALD [OR, DONUI DHU] THE BLACK by WALTER SCOTT SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 65 by BLISS CARMAN AGAINST THE GATE OF LIFE by FLORENCE EARLE COATES SONNET: 5 by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |