It is reported of faire Thetis Sonne, (Achilles famous for his chivalry, His noble minde and magnanimity,) That when the Troian wars were new begun, Whos'ever was deepe-wounded with his speare, Could never be recured of his maime, Nor ever after be made whole againe: Except with that speares rust he holpen were. Even so it fareth with my fortune now, Who being wounded with his piercing eie, Must either thereby finde a remedy, Or els to be releev'd, I know not how, Then if thou hast a minde still to annoy me, Kill me with kisses, if thou wilt destroy me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW SONNET: 27 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL CORYDON - A PASTORAL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LINES ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE MILITARY AIR by JAMES HAY BEATTIE OLD AND YOUNG by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |