Cupid, thy folly blears sweet Myra's eyes, For like the blind, that upwards look for light, You fix those fatal stars on fortune's skies, As though such planets gave not fortune might. Base boy, what heart will do him sacrifice, That wraps repentance in his greatest pleasure? And his true servants under fortune ties, As though his own coin were no current treasure? Must Danae's lap be wet with golden showers? Or through the seas must bulls Europa bear? Must Leda only serve the higher powers? Base changeling boy, and wouldst thou have me swear The well-known secrets of Astolpho's cup Not to disclose, but with white wax seal up? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM NOVEMBER STARS by SARA TEASDALE THE ANGEL, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |