Good fellows, whom men commonly do call, Those that do live at war with truth and shame, If once to love of honesty they fall, They both lose their good fellows, and their name; For thieves, whose riches rest in other's wealth, Whose rents are spoils, and others thrift their gain, When they grow bankrupts in the art of stealth, Booties to their old fellows they remain. Cupid, thou free of these good fellows art, For while man cares not who, so he be one, Thy wings, thy bow, thy arrows take his part, He neither lives, nor loves, nor lies alone; But be he once to Hymen's close yoke sworn, Thou straight brav'st this good fellow with the horn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I READ THE BOOK by WALT WHITMAN TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AUREOLA by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 33. RED DAWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LES MORTS VONT VITE by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER VERAZZANO AT RHODES AND RHODE ISLAND by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH AN EPISTLE TO J. BL-K-N, ESQ.: ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN BYROM |