Love, a child, is ever crying; Please him, and he straight is flying; Give him, he the more is craving, Never satisfied with having. His desires have no measure; Endless folly is his treasure; What he promiseth he breaketh, Trust not one word that he speaketh. He vows nothing but false matter; And to cozen you will flatter; Let him gain the hand, he'll leave you, And still glory to deceive you. He will triumph in your wailing; And yet cause be of your failing: These his virtues are, and slighter Are his gifts, his favors lighter. Fathers are as firm in staying, Wolves no fiercer in their preying; As a child, then, leave him crying, Nor seek him so given to flying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |