Wretched and foolish jealousy, How cam'st thou thus to enter me? I ne'er was of thy kind; Nor have I yet the narrow mind To vent that poor desire, That others should not warm them at my fire: I wish the sun should shine On all men's fruit, and flowers, as well as mine. But under the disguise of love Thou say'st, thou only cam'st to prove What my affections were. Think'st thou that love is helped by fear? Go, get thee quickly forth; Love's sickness, and his noted want of worth, Seek doubting men to please; I ne'er will owe my health to a disease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A WISH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO THOS. FLOYD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE |