THOU think'st I flatter, when thy praise I tell, But thou dost all hyperboles excel; For I am sure thou art no mortal creature, But a divine one, thron'd in human feature. Thy piety is such, that heaven by merit, If ever any did, thou shouldst inherit; Thy modesty is such, that hadst thou bin Tempted as Eve, thou wouldst have shunn'd her sin: So lovely fair thou art, that sure Dame Nature Meant thee the pattern of the female creature. Besides all this, thy flowing wit is such, That were it not in thee, 't had been too much For womankind: should envy look thee o'er, It would confess thus much, if not much more. I love thee well, yet wish some bad in thee; For sure I am thou art too good for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE by WALT WHITMAN THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS WHERE YOUR FEET GO by JOSEPH AUSLANDER MY BATH by JOHN STUART BLACKIE MISERABLE NIGHT by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR ON CHRISTMAS EVE by ZOE KINCAID BROCKMAN |