WONDER not, Cynthia, thou who art Thyself a wonder, whose each part Kindles so many amorous flames, That Love wants numbers, Beauty names, If I that with so much respect, Honour, admire, love, and affect Thy graces, as no soul can more, Yet willing starve in midst of store, When as by tying Hymen's knot, All thy perfections may be got: And I to those high pleasures rais'd, As to enjoy all I have prais'd: Know, Cynthia, that Love's purest fire, My love unsatisfied is pure: Thou dost not know, if I enjoy'd Thy beauties, if I might be cloy'd; More, all the while I nought enjoy, I do not care if thou be coy: Nor, if that lying by my side, Thy virgin cestus be untied: For, Cynthia, thou it true shalt prove, Hymen not makes, but seals our love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FIDELIA: 4. THE AUTHOR'S RESOLUTION IN A SONNET by GEORGE WITHER VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF P. BURGESS; A CHILD OF SUPERIOR ENDOWMENTS by BERNARD BARTON SOME SWEET DAY by LEWIS J. BATES THE LAST MAN: RECOLLECTION OF EARLY LIFE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |