Why, how now Cupid, do you covet change? And from a stealer to a keeper's state, With barkings, dogs, do you the coverts range, That carried bread to still them but of late? What shall we do that with your bow are wounded? Your bow which blindeth each thing it doth hit, Since fear and lust in you are so confounded, As your hot fire bears water still in it. Play not the fool, for though your dogs be good, Hardy, loud, earnest, and of little sleep, Yet mad desires with cries are not withstood; They must be better armed that mean to keep; And since unweaponed care makes men forlorn, Let me first make your dog an unicorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 3. LOVE CALL by WILLIAM A. BEATTY KING EDWARD THE THIRD by WILLIAM BLAKE NIMROD WARS WITH THE ANGELS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH MELANCHOLY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ENTERTAINMENT GIVEN BY LORD KNOWLES: THE GARDENER SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION |