PHYLLIS, for shame, let us improve A thousand several ways. These few short minutes stolen by love From many tedious days. Whilst you want courage to despise The censure of the grave, For all the tyrants in your eyes, Your heart is but a slave. My love is full of noble pride, And never will submit To let that fop, Discretion, ride In triumph over wit. False friends I have, as well as you, That daily counsel me Vain frivolous trifles to pursue, And leave off loving thee. When I the least belief bestow On what such fools advise, May I be dull enough to grow Most miserably wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT - BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE FROGS: THE FROGS' SONG by ARISTOPHANES PEACE GUARANTEED by MARY J. ARMSTRONG THE SIEGE OF VIRE by OLIVIER BASSELIN PSALM 14. DIXIT INSIPIENS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MATCHIT MOODUS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD LITTLE PATH by MARTHA MARDEN BRIGGS BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 3. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |