It follows now you are to prove The subtlest maze of all, that's love, And if you stay too long, The fair will think you do 'em wrong. Go choose among - but with a mind As gentle as the stroking wind Runs o'er the gentler flowers. And so let all your actions smile As if they meant not to beguile The ladies, but the hours. Grace, laughter and discourse may meet, And yet the beauty not go less: For what is noble should be sweet, But not dissolved in wantonness. Will you that I give the law To all your sport, and sum it? It should be such should envy draw, But ever overcome it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD by ROBERT BURNS THE TWELVE-FORTY-FIVE (FOR EDWARD J. WHEELER) by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER I'D BE A BUTTERFLY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY TO MR. BLEECKER, ON HIS PASSAGE TO NEW YORK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER |