As in some countries far remote from hence The wretched creature destined to die, Having the judgement due to his offence, By surgeons begg'd, their art on him to try, Which, on the living, work without remorse, First make incision on each mastering vein, Then staunch the bleeding, then trasnpierce the corse, And with their balms recure the wounds again, Then poison and with physic him restore; Not that they fear the hopeless man to kill, But their experience to increase the more; Ev'n so my mistress works upon my ill, By curing me and killing me each hour, Only to show her beauty's sovereign power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE A CHILD'S PET by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE BROTHERS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |