Kings that in youth, like all things else, are fine Have some who for their childish faults are beaten; When more years unto greater vice incline, Some, whom the world doth for their errors threaten; So Cupid, you, who boast of prince's blood, For women's princelike weaknesses are blamed, And common error, yet not understood, Makes you for their newfangleness, defamed. Poor women swear, they ignorant of harms, With gentle minds perchance take easy motions; Sweet nature yielding to the pleasing charms Of man's false lust disguised with devotion; But which are worse, kings ill or easily led, Schools of this truth are yet not brought a-bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIR HARVARD by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE FRINGED GENTIANS by AMY LOWELL STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER THE FIRST THANKSGIVING DAY [1621] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MAY DAY by ADELAIDE A. ANDREWS VIA LUCIS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1620-1920: 3. ACHIEVEMENT by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |