Farewell, sweet boy, complain not of my truth; Thy mother loved thee not with more devotion; For to thy boy's play I gave all my youth, Young master, I did hope for your promotion. While some sought honors, princes' thoughts observing, Many wooed fame, the child of pain and anguish, Others judged inward good a chief deserving, I in thy wanton visions joyed to languish. I bowed not to thy image for succession, Nor bound thy bow to shoot reformed kindness; Thy plays of hope and fear were my confession; The spectacles to my life was thy blindness; But, Cupid, now farewell, I will go play me With thoughts that please me less, and less betray me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PISCATAQUA RIVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 1. THE HAPPENING by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS TO HIS DEAR FRIEND MR. JOHN EMELY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH CARCASSONNE (SUGGESTED BY LORD DUNSANY'S STORY) by BERTON BRALEY |