Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake? And if I speake, her wrath renew I shall: And if I silent be, my bart will breake, Or choked be with overflowing gall. What tyranny is this, both my hart to thrall, And eke my toung with proud restraint to tie; That nether I may speake nor thinke at all, But like a stupid stock in silence die! Yet I my hart with silence secretly Will teach to speak, and my just cause to plead, And eke mine eies, with meek humility, Love-learned letters to her eyes to read: Which her deep wit, that true harts thought can spel, Wil soone conceive, and learne to construe well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAK IN THE DIKE; A STORY OF HOLLAND by PHOEBE CARY CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH THE PLOUGH; A LANDSCAPE IN BERKSHIRE by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE SONNET: 27 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON COMPANION OF QUIET by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |