SAY, but did you love so long? In troth, I needs must blame you: Passion did your judgment wrong, Or want of reason shame you. Truth, Time's fair and witty daughter, Shortly shall discover Y' are a subject fit for laughter, And more fool than lover. But I grant you merit praise For your constant folly: Since you doted three whole days, Were you not melancholy? She to whom you prov'd so true, And that very very face, Puts each minute such as you A dozen dozen to disgrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN UNFINISHED STATUE BY MICHAEL ANGELO by GEORGE SANTAYANA SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES |