I bid you, mock not Eros Lest Eros mock with you. His is a hot distemper That hath no feverfew. Love, like a child in sickness, Brilliant, languid, still, In fiery weakness lying, Accepts, and hath no will. See, in that warm dispassion Less grievance than surprise, And pitiable brightness In his poor wondering eyes. Oh, delicate heat and madness, Oh, lust unnerved and faint; Sparkling in veins and fibers, Division and attaint! I bid you, mock not Eros; He knows not doubt or shame, And, unaware of proverbs, The burnt child craves the flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 32 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER ROSAMUND: ROSAMOND'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX, THE WOLF, AND THE CADGER by AESOP THE REASON WHY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 4; AUGUST 10, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE DEATH OF MR. WOODWARD, AT EDINBURGH by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |