Cupid, thy folly blears sweet Myra's eyes, For like the blind, that upwards look for light, You fix those fatal stars on fortune's skies, As though such planets gave not fortune might. Base boy, what heart will do him sacrifice, That wraps repentance in his greatest pleasure? And his true servants under fortune ties, As though his own coin were no current treasure? Must Danae's lap be wet with golden showers? Or through the seas must bulls Europa bear? Must Leda only serve the higher powers? Base changeling boy, and wouldst thou have me swear The well-known secrets of Astolpho's cup Not to disclose, but with white wax seal up? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BEDTIME by FRANCIS ROBERT ST. CLAIR ERSKINE THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH GROWN-UP by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY INTROSPECTIVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |