Cease then t' afflict, and show that heart some ease, Which in offences never gave thee none, Unless it was in striving best to please; Therein indeed it hath been very prone, And that thou know'st; there's none doth know so well, How my poor love did run in full career, My daily presence did my passions tell, My daily passions in thy presence were. O happy time when thy sweet presence gave it, But now I have most need I cannot have it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN SEAT by THOMAS HARDY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BOMBER IN LONDON by RUDYARD KIPLING UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) ON CYNTHIA, SINGING A RECITATIVE PIECE OF MUSIC by PHILIP AYRES |