Faction, that ever dwells In courts where wit excels, Hath set defiance; Fortune and Love have sworn That they were never born Of one alliance. Cupid, that doth aspire To be god of desire, Swears he gives laws; That where his arrows hit, Some joy, some sorrow it; Fortune no cause. Fortune swears weakest hearts, The books of Cupid's arts, Turn with her wheel; Senses themselves shall prove Venture hath place in love; Ask them that feel. This discord it begot Atheists that honour not. Nature thought good, Fortune should ever dwell In courts where wits excel, Love keep the wood. Thus to the wood went I, With Love to live and die; Fortune's forlorn. Experience of my youth Thus makes me think the truth In desert born. My saint is dear to me, Myra herself is she, She fair and true; Myra that knows to move | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST MARGARET'S SONG by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS WIND IN THE WILLOWS by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT GIVE HIM HIS DUE by LEVI BISHOP THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE FOUNT OF TRUTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |