Who can blame me if I love, Since Love before the world did move? When I lov'd not, I despair'd, Scarce for handsomeness I car'd; Since so much I am refined, As new-framed of state and mind, Who can blame me if I love, Since Love before the world did move? Some in truth of Love beguil'd, Have him blind and childish styl'd; But let none in these persist, Since so judging judgment miss'd. Who can blame me? Love in chaos did appear; When nothing was, yet he seem'd clear: Nor when light could be descried, To his crown a light was tied. Who can blame me? Love is truth and doth delight, Whereas Honour shines most bright; Reason's self doth Love approve, Which makes us ourselves to love. Who can blame me? Could I my past time begin, I would not commit such sin, To live an hour, and not to love; Since Love makes us perfect prove, Who can blame me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET: 48 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |