Soft kisses may be innocent, But ah! too easy maid, beware; Though that is all thy kindness meant, 'Tis love's delusive fatal snare. No virgin e'er at first design'd Through all the maze of love to stray; But each new path allures her mind, Till, wandering on, she lose her way. 'Tis easy ere set out to stay; But who the useful art can teach, When sliding down a steepy way, To stop, before the end we reach? Keep ever something in thy power Beyond what would thy honour stain; He will not dare to aim at more, Who for small favours sighs in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE INTO BATTLE by JULIAN GRENFELL THE BELLS OF SAN BLAS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE THERMOPYLAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON |