Cupid, my pretty boy, leave off thy crying, Thou shalt have bells or apples; be not peevish; Kiss me sweet lad; beshrew her for denying; Such rude denials do make children thievish. Did reason say that boys must be restrained? What was it, tell; hath cruel honor chidden? Or would they have thee from sweet Myra weaned? Are her fair breasts made dainty to be hidden? Tell me, sweet boy, doth Myra's beauty threaten? Must you say grace when you would be a-playing? Doth she cause thee make faults, to make thee beaten? Is beauty's pride in innocents betraying? Give me a bow, let me thy quiver borrow, And she shall play the child with love or sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY by WALT WHITMAN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S PARTING WORDS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE STWONEN STEPS by WILLIAM BARNES SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 4. HER STORIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |