When my loathed life, had lost the light of Olimpus, And descended downe, to the cursed caves of Avernus, Never more had I thought, of men to be inlie molested, But now alas, I see my hope is vaine: My pleasure turned, to eternall paine. For such foolish men, as I had never abused: Never abused alas, yet alas, had ever abused: Ever abused so, because so never abused. Not onely seeke to quench my kindled glorie, But also for to marre my vertues storie. And though my life were lewd, Oh how it grieves me to thinke it. Lewd as a life might be, from all good counsell abandond: And given over up, to the out cast sense of a sinner. Yet might my end, have movd them to remorce: And not to reake their teene, on sillie corse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON WISHES TO HIS SUPPOSED MISTRESS by RICHARD CRASHAW TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 44 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |