Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFFLICTION, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: Would you make your sweets more sweet? Last Line: Heavn does prescribe for us, & that alone. Subject(s): Temptation | ||||||||
WOULD you make your Sweets more Sweet? Then you must both presse & beat, Till that distresse Make them confesse Their uttmost Secrets in a deep-drawne breath; Which drives a Clowd of Odours from beneath. Would you make your idle Vine Buisie grow, & big with Wine? Kind Crueltie The Salve must be. Call for your hook, & lop ye wanton boughs By which Shee grows indeed, but fruitlesse grows. Has ye long neglected Dust Sheath'd thy glittering Sword in Rust? You must not spare Your sharpest care: Rubbing, & scouring, & such churlish wayes Must faded Metalls to their splendor raise. Yf you say, Whats that to Mee? I'm no Odours, Sword, nor Tree: Then tell me plain, Do'st appertain To Thee to be in thy Great Masters sight (Though on those harsh termes) Fertile, Sweet, & Bright? If so, in these Copies read What salve best will suit thy need. What e'r it be Heer's none we see But hard & sharp. Wholsome Affliction Heavn does prescribe for Us, & that alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I HAVE BEEN A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND' by RITA DOVE ON 'EVE TEMPTED BY THE SERPENT' BY DEFENDENTE FERRARI by ROBERT PINSKY ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SOUL AND BODY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE NEW SIRENS: A PALINODE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE LAY OF ST. NICHOLAS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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