As Love and I, late harbour'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain: In love there is no lack, thus I begin, Fair words make fools, replieth he again; Who spares to speak, doth spare to speed (quoth I), As well (saith he) too forward, as too slow; Fortune assists the boldest, I reply, A hasty an (quoth he) ne'er wanted woe; Labour is light, where love (quoth I) doth pay, (Saith he) light burthen's heavy, if far born; (Quoth I) the main lost, cast the bye away; You have spun a fair thread, he replies in scorn. And having thus awhile each other thwarted, Fools as we met, so fools again we parted. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: ANTON SOSNOWSKI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |