PHILLIS, give this humour over, We too long have time abused; I shall turn an arrant rover, If the favour's still refused. Faith! 'tis nonsense out of measure, Without ending thus to see Women forced to taste a pleasure Which they love as well as we. Let not pride and folly share you, We were made but to enjoy; Ne'er will age or censure spare you, E'er the more for being coy. Never fancy time's before you, Youth, believe me, will away; Then, alas! who will adore you, Or to wrinkles tribute pay! All the swains on you attending Show how much your charms deserve; But, miser like, for fear of spending, You amidst your plenty starve. While a thousand freer lasses, Who their youth and charms employ; Though your beauty theirs surpasses, Live in far more perfect joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TIGER LILIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HOMER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE WEDDING DAY; OR, THE BUCCANEER'S CURSE; A FAMILY LEGEND by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |