SINCE we your husband daily see So jealous out of season, Phillis, let you and I agree To make him so with reason. I'm vexed to think, that every night A sot, within thy arms, Tasting the most divine delight, Should sully all your charms; While fretting I must lie alone, Cursing the powers divine, That undeservedly have thrown A pearl unto a swine. Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart, My burning passion cool; Let me at least in thee have part With thy insipid fool. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MILITARY PROGRESS by MARIANNE MOORE THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW THIRTY BOB A WEEK by JOHN DAVIDSON |