Oft with true sighs, oft with uncalled tears, Now with slow words, now with dumb eloquence, I Stella's eyes assail, invade her ears; But this at last is her sweet-breathed defence: That who indeed infelt affection bears, So captives to his saint both soul and sense That wholly hers, all selfness he forbears; Thence his desires he learns, his life's course thence. Now since her chaste mind hates this love in me, With chastened mind I straight must show that she Shall quickly me from what she hates remove. O doctor Cupid, thou for me reply; Driven else to grant, by angel's sophistry, That I love not, without I leave to love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A SNOWFLAKE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: QUESTIONS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER THE QUAKER POET; VERSES ON SEEING MYSELF SO DESIGNATED by BERNARD BARTON |