Was ever man so over-matched with boy? When I am thinking how to keep him under, He plays and dallies me with every toy; With pretty stealths, he makes me laugh and wonder. When with the child, the child-thoughts of mine own Do long to play and toy as well as he; The boy is sad, and melancholy grown, And with one humor cannot long agree. Straight do I scorn and bid the child away; The boy knows fury, and soon showeth me Caelica's sweet eyes, where love and beauty play; Fury turns into love of that I see. If these mad changes do make children gods, Women and children are not far at odds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON COLUMBUS AT THE CONVENT [JULY, 1491] by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE SINCE THOU ART GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN |