OF what mould did Nature frame me? Or was it her intent to shame me, That no woman can come near me, Fair, but her I court to hear me? Sure that mistress to whose beauty First I paid a lover's duty, Burnt in rage my heart to tinder, That nor prayers nor tears can hinder, But wherever I do turn me, Every spark let fall doth burn me. Women, since you thus inflame me, Flint and steel I 'll ever name ye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: BEFORE AN EXAMINATION by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST IN SAN MARCO, VENEZIA by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 27. THE POWER OF ELOQUENCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |