Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIE, PLEASURE, FIE, by GEORGE GASCOIGNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fie, pleasure, fie! Thou cloyest me with delight Last Line: Fie, pleasure, fie! I dare not trust to this. Subject(s): Pleasure | ||||||||
Fie, pleasure, fie! thou cloyest me with delight; Thou fill'st my mouth with sweetmeats overmuch; I wallow still in joy both day and night: I deem, I dream, I do, I taste, I touch No thing but all that smells of perfect bliss, Fie, pleasure, fie! I cannot like of this. To taste, sometimes, a bait of bitter gall, To drink a draught of sour ale, some season, To eat brown bread with homely hands in hall, Doth much increase men's appetites, by reason, And makes the sweet more sugared that ensues, Since minds of men do still seek after news. It might suffice that Love hath built his bower Between my lady's lively shining eyes; It were enough that beauty's fading flower Grows ever fresh with her in heavenly wise; It had been well that she were fair of face, And yet not rob all other dames of grace. To muse in mind, how wise, how fair, how good, How brave, how frank, how courteous, and how true My lady is, doth but inflame my blood With humours such as bid my health adieu: Since hap always when it is clomb on high, Doth fall full low, though erst it reached the sky. Lo, pleasure, lo! lo, thus I lead a life That laughs for joy and trembleth oft for dread; Thy pangs are such as call for change's knife To cut the twist, or else to stretch the thread, Which holds yfeer the bundle of my bliss: Fie, pleasure, fie! I dare not trust to this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRIP FROM CALIFORNIA by KENNETH KOCH GIVE BACK, GIVE BACK by MARVIN BELL THE GAIETY OF FORM by ROBERT BLY DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE OPEN HAPPENS IN THE MIDST OF BEINGS; MARTIN HEIDEGGER by NORMAN DUBIE UNHOLY SONNET: 25 by MARK JARMAN A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE |
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