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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG, by CHARLES COTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How comes it to pass with so little ado Last Line: Ugly phyllis, a whoreson's pox take you. Subject(s): Love | |||
I How comes it to pass with so little ado That I've broke all my fetters and chains, And that no remembrance of all my great woe But like that of a tale now remains? I no more for a star now do Phyllis esteem, And all her perfections to me now do seem But like dreams when I've malted my brains. II I am now quite asham'd to see how she looks, And no more the same Fair that before, Those beauties all gone put me so off the hooks, And so troubled my coxcomb of yore; I now see all the shot that she made was false fire, And those murthering charms I so much did admire Mere defects, mere defects, and no more. III The sun, or yet love, are no more in her eyes, They're as dim as a nail's in a door, She's so far with her charms from gaining a prize, That I doubt she must now run o' th' score; And for that we call Mistress so monst'rous unfit To any man living that has grace or wit, That she's scarce good enough for a whore. IV Yet, sot that I was, I did once cry and blubber For this damnable piece of infection, Which none could have done but an owl and a lubber, But his sense would have been his protection; And for which on myself I will now pass this sentence, That to th' hour of my death I will weep for repentance That I ever did weep for affection. V Farewell then, O Phyllis! it is the Gods' pleasure That I reason might see to forsake you, To open my eyes, then out of my love's treasure Please t' accept of this farewell I make you; 'Tis a compliment that is most justly your due, And but what in times past I took kindly from you, Ugly Phyllis, a whoreson's pox take you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON LAURA SLEEPING; ODE by CHARLES COTTON RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON |
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