Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE, by BEN JONSON

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WHY I WRITE NOT OF LOVE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Some act of love's bound to rehearse
Last Line: When love is fled, and I grow old.
Subject(s): Love; Writing & Writers

Some act of Love's bound to rehearse,
I thought to bind him, in my verse:
Which when he felt, Away (quoth he)
Can poets hope to fetter me?
It is enough, they once did get
Mars, and my mother, in their net:
I wear not these my wings in vain.
With which he fled me: and again,
Into my rhymes could ne'er be got
By any art. Then wonder not,
That since, my numbers are so cold,
When Love is fled, and I grow old.

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