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FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet's Biography First Line: I must complain, yet do enjoy my love Last Line: She hath more beauty than becomes the chaste. Subject(s): Love – Complaints | ||||||||
I MUST complain, yet do enjoy my love; She is too fair, too rich in lovely parts: Thence is my grief, for Nature, while she strove With all her graces and divinest arts To form her too too beautiful of hue, She had no leisure left to make her true. Should I, aggrieved, then wish she were less fair? That were repugnant to mine own desires. She is admired, new lovers still repair, That kindles daily love's forgetful fires. Rest, jealous thoughts, and thus resolve at last, She hath more beauty than becomes the chaste. | Other Poems of Interest...ALMOST AN ELEGY by JOSEPH BRODSKY TRIESTE - CIAO TO ITALY by SANDRA CISNEROS NAMING PARTS by CAROL ANN DUFFY UNHAPPY LOVE POEM by EDWARD HIRSCH LOVE IS HIS NEMESIS: IT FOLLOWS HIM INTO SLEEP by DAVID IGNATOW |
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