Disdain me still, that I may ever love, For who his Love enjoys, can love no more; The war once past, with peace men cowards prove, And ships returned do rot upon the shore: Then though thou frown, I'll say thou art most fair, And still I'll love, though still I must despair. As heat 's to life, so is desire to love, For these once quenched, both life and love are done: Let not my sighs, nor tears, thy virtue move; Like basest metals, do not melt too soon. Laugh at my woes, although I ever mourn, Love surfeits with rewards, his nurse is scorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY OF THE MORNING by EDWIN MARKHAM TO DR. AIKIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AUTUMN by WILLIAM ASPENWALL BRADLEY EVENSONG by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: A REMEMBRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |