Ah, silly Cupid, do you make it coy To keep your seat in Cala's furrowed face? Think in her beauty what you did enjoy, And do not service done you so disgrace. She that refused not any shaft you shot, Lent dews to youth and sparks to old desire; If such flat homage be so soon forgot, Many good fellows will be out of hire. Good archers ever have two bows at least; With beauty faded shoot the elder sort, For though all be not to shoot at the best, Yet archers with their butting-bows make sport. The glory that men in good kingdoms see Is when both young and old in traffic be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO HIS WIFE PROCNE, THE NIGHTINGALE by ARISTOPHANES THE BODING DREAMS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AN EASTER HYMN by THOMAS BLACKBURN THE ENDLESS BATTLE by BERTON BRALEY AN ELEGY ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |