My pen, take pain a little space To follow that which doth me chase, And hath in hold my heart so sore; But when thou hast this brought to pass, My pen, I prithee write no more. Remember oft thou hast me eased, And all my pains full well appeased, But now I know, unknown before, For where I trust I am deceived; And yet, my pen, thou canst no more. A time thou hadst as other have To write which way my hope to crave. That time is past, withdraw, therefore: Since we do lose that other have, As good leave off and write no more. In worth to use another way, Not as we would but as we may, For once my loss is past restore, And my desire is my decay. My pen, yet write a little more. To love in vain who ever shall, Of worldly pain it passeth all, As in like case I find wherefore To hold so fast and yet to fall! Alas, my pen, now write no more. Since thou hast taken pain this space To follow that which doth me chase And hath in hold my heart so sore, Now hast thou brought my mind to pass. My pen, I prithee write no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF THE WORLD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY FOR A' THAT AND A' THAT; SONG by ROBERT BURNS OLNEY HYMNS: 35. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS by WILLIAM COWPER WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH THE CONFIDENT SCIENTIST by ALEXIS A WORD TO THE WEST END by THOMAS ASHE THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |