You faithless boy, persuade you me to reason? With virtue do you answer my affection? Virtue, which you with livery and seisin Have sold and changed out of your protection. When you lay flattering in sweet Myra's eyes, And played the wanton both with worth and pleasure, In beauty's field you told me virtue dies, Excess and infinite in love was measure. I took your oath of dalliance and desire, Myra did so inspire me with her graces, But like a wag that sets the straw on fire, You running to do harm in other places, Sware what is felt with hand, or seen with eye, As mortal, must feel sickness, age, and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF LITTLE MAHALA ASHCRAFT by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONNET: 97 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LAST MAN: MEDITATION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES JOB 14. JOB'S ENTREATY by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE STUBBORN BELIEVER by BERTON BRALEY UNFULFILLMENT by FRANCES LOUISA BUSHNELL |