IF you and I could change to beasts, what beast should either be? Shall you and I play Jove for once? Turn fox then, I decree! Shy wild sweet stealer of the grapes! Now do your worst on me! And thus you think to spite your friend -- turned loathsome? What, a toad? So, all men shrink and shun me! Dear men, pursue your road! Leave but my crevice in the stone, a reptile's fit abode! Now say your worst, Canidia! "He's loathsome, I allow: There may or may not lurk a pearl beneath his puckered brow: But see his eyes that follow mine -- love lasts there, anyhow." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE FROLIC by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL EDONI: THE WORSHIP OF COTYS by AESCHYLUS PORCELAIN VASE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE RETURN OF THE DRUSES; A TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING WAITING BY THE GATE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONG ON THE EDGE OF WINTER by ANNA SHAW BUCK |