Great is the folly of a feeble braine, Ore-ruld with loue, and tyrannous disdaine: For loue, how-euer in the basest brest It breeds high thoughts that feede the fancy best, Yet is he blinde, and leades poore fooles awrie, While they hang gazing on their mistres-eie. The loue-sicke Poet, whose importune prayer Repulsed is with resolute dispayre, Hopeth to conquer his disdainfull dame, With publique plaints of his conceiued flame. Then poures he forth in patched @3Sonettings@1 His loue, his lust, and loathsome flatterings: As tho the staring world hangd on his sleeue, When once he smiles, to laugh: and when he sighs, to grieue. Careth the world, thou loue, thou liue, or die? Careth the world how fayre thy fayre one bee? Fond wit-old, that would'st lode thy wit-lesse head With timely hornes, before thy Bridall bed. Then can he terme his durtie ill-fac'd bride Lady and Queene, and virgin deifide: Be shee all sootie-blacke, or bery-browne, Shees white as morrows milk, or flaks new blowne. And tho she be some dunghill drudge at home, Yet can he her resigne some refuse roome Amids the well-knowne stars: or if not there, Sure will he Saint her in his Calendere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REALITY REQUIRES by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT - BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS by HERMAN MELVILLE TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE REALISM by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 23. AL-KHAFIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD |