LOVELY Delia, why so coy? Why, in youth, abstemious prove? Come, kiss, with me, the cup of joy, And sip the honeyed sweets of love! See, yon bee, on bud and flower, Dip his fervid sting in sweets, Or, soaring in adventurous hour, Attempt the roses of thy cheeks! Ah, luckless youth, forbear to sing; Your very metaphor's repelling, For should my Strephon dart love's sting, I fear, like bees, he'd raise a swelling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCHING (AS SEEN FROM THE LEFT FILE) by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET: 9 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE TO WILL D'AVENANT, MY FRIEND, UPON HIS POEM, 'MADAGASCAR' by THOMAS CAREW ELEGY UPON DOCTOR CHADDERTON, THE FIRST MASTER OF EMANUEL COLLEGE by JOHN CLEVELAND |