Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR], by ROBERT GREENE


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PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR], by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Sitting by a river's side
Last Line: No sweet love but honesty.
Subject(s): Deception; Honesty; Introspection; Love; Mankind; Human Race


SITTING by a river's side
Where a silent stream did glide,
Muse I did of many things
That the mind in quiet brings.
I 'gan think how some men deem
Gold their god; and some esteem
Honor is the chief content
That to man in life is lent;
And some others do contend
Quiet none like to a friend.
Others hold there is no wealth
Compared to a perfect health;
Some man's mind in quiet stands
When he's lord of many lands.
But I did sigh, and said all this
Was but a shade of perfect bliss:
And in my thoughts I did approve
Naught so sweet as is true love.
Love 'twixt lovers passeth these,
When mouth kisseth and heart 'grees --
With folded arms and lips meeting,
Each soul another sweetly greeting;
For by the breath the soul fleeteth,
And soul with soul in kissing meeteth
If love be so sweet a thing,
That such happy bliss doth bring,
Happy is love's sugared thrall;
But unhappy maidens all
Who esteem your virgin blisses
Sweeter than a wife's sweet kisses.
No such quiet to the mind;
But if a kiss prove unchaste,
Then is true love quite disgraced.
Though love be sweet, learn this of me,
No sweet love but honesty.




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