Was ever man so over-matched with boy? When I am thinking how to keep him under, He plays and dallies me with every toy; With pretty stealths, he makes me laugh and wonder. When with the child, the child-thoughts of mine own Do long to play and toy as well as he; The boy is sad, and melancholy grown, And with one humor cannot long agree. Straight do I scorn and bid the child away; The boy knows fury, and soon showeth me Caelica's sweet eyes, where love and beauty play; Fury turns into love of that I see. If these mad changes do make children gods, Women and children are not far at odds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRAFTSMAN by MARCUS B. CHRISTIAN GERANIUMS by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON HAARLEM HEIGHTS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SUPLIANTS: IO. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |