Heavens! see how bringing up corrupts or betters! Cupid, long prentice to his mother bound, Hath taken oath, only to scape her fetters, That he will still like to herself be found. Which is fair in his youth, in old age painted, Kind out of lust, and humble for his pleasure, Not long agreeing with things well acquainted, Covetous, yet prodigal of fame and treasure. Now as they wrong themselves, that for it thunders Blame sky, or air, wherein these tempests blow; So doth he that at women's changes wonders, Since strange it should not be that all men know; Therefore, if Myra change as others do, Free her; but blame the son, and mother too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON ENDURANCE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT |