Sweet swelling lip, well may'st thou swell in pride, Since best wits think it wit thee to admire; Nature's praise, virtue's stall, Cupid's cold fire, Whence words, not words, but heavenly graces slide; The new Parnassus, where the muses bide; Sweetener of music, wisdom's beautifier; Breather of life, and fastener of desire, Where beauty's blush in honour's grain is dyed. Thus much my heart compelled my mouth to say: But now, spite of my heart, my mouth will stay, Loathing all lies, doubting this flattery is, And no spur can his resty race renew, Without how far this praise is short of you, Sweet lip, you teach my mouth with one sweet kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN A SOLDIER LISTENS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE RELAPSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A DISMISSAL by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PRAESTO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GERARD DE MANDEVILLE by ROBERT BROWNING |