HEAR this, and tremble, all Usurping Beauties that create A government tyrannical In Love's free state! Justice hath to the sword of your edg'd eyes His equal balance join'd; his sage head lies In Love's soft lap, which must be just and wise. Hark how the stern Law breathes Forth amorous sighs, and now prepares No fetters but of silken wreaths And braided hairs; His dreadful rods and axes are exil'd, Whilst he sits crown'd with roses: Love hath fil'd His native roughness; Justice is grown mild. The Golden Age returns! Love's bow and quiver useless lie, His shaft, his brand, nor wounds nor burns, And cruelty Is sunk to hell; the fair shall all be kind; Who loves shall be belov'd, the froward mind To a deformed shape shall be confin'd. Astræa hath possess'd An earthly seat, and now remains In Finch's heart, but Wentworth's breast That guest contains; With her she dwells, yet hath not left the skies, Nor lost her sphere: for, new-enthron'd, she cries, I know no Heaven but fair Wentworth's eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH: THRENODY by RUPERT BROOKE ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE ANNOYER by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |