Fair dog, which so my heart dost tear asunder, That my life's-blood, my bowels, overfloweth, Alas, what wicked rage conceal'st thou under These sweet enticing joys, thy forehead showeth? Me, whom the light-winged god of long hath chased, Thou hast attained, thou gav'st that fatal wound, Which my soul's peaceful innocence hath razed, And reason to her servant humor bound. Kill therefore in the end, and end my anguish, Give me my death, methinks even time upbraideth A fullness of the woes, wherein I languish; Or if thou wilt I live, then pity pleadeth Help out of thee, since nature hath revealed, That with thy tongue thy bitings may be healed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY CONSCIENCE AND REMORSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE CLOUDS: SONG [OR CHORUS] OF THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 8. OF CONSTANCY by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 73 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |