LOVE is a bog, a deep bog, and a wide bog; Love is a clog, a great clog, and a close clog; 'Tis a wilderness to lose ourselves, And a halter 'tis to noose ourselves: Then draw dun out of the mire, And throw the clog i' th' fire. Keep in the kings high-way Sober, and you cannot stray. If you admire no female elf, The halter may go hang itself. Drink wine and be merry, for love is folly, And dwells in the house of melancholy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION FOR A PLOT OF GROUND by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HYMN: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING GRAY MOOD by MARJORIE AKERMAN B. THE NATIVE LAND by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA |