Faction, that ever dwells In courts where wit excels, Hath set defiance; Fortune and Love have sworn That they were never born Of one alliance. Cupid, that doth aspire To be god of desire, Swears he gives laws; That where his arrows hit, Some joy, some sorrow it; Fortune no cause. Fortune swears weakest hearts, The books of Cupid's arts, Turn with her wheel; Senses themselves shall prove Venture hath place in love; Ask them that feel. This discord it begot Atheists that honour not. Nature thought good, Fortune should ever dwell In courts where wits excel, Love keep the wood. Thus to the wood went I, With Love to live and die; Fortune's forlorn. Experience of my youth Thus makes me think the truth In desert born. My saint is dear to me, Myra herself is she, She fair and true; Myra that knows to move | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO HIS CONSCIENCE by ROBERT HERRICK SONGS OF TRAVEL: 46. EVENSONG by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS by AESCHYLUS EPITAPH ON TWO YOUNG MEN NAMED LEITCH IN CROSSING THE RIVER SOUTHESK by JAMES BEATTIE |