Princes, who have, they say, no mind, but thought, Whose virtue is their pleasure, and their end, That kindness which in their hearts never wrought They like in others and will praise a friend. Cupid, who, people say, is bold with blindness, Free of excess, and enemy to measure, Yet glories in the reverence of kindness, In silent-trembling eloquence hath pleasure. Princes we comprehend, and can delight, We praise them for the good they never had; But Cupid's ways are far more infinite, Kisses at times, and court'sies make him glad; Then, Myra give me leave for Cupid's sake To kiss thee oft that I may court'sy make. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER GARDEN FANCIES: 1. THE FLOWER'S NAME by ROBERT BROWNING THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 91. LOST ON BOTH SIDES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS GREEK POETESSES by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE ENEMY by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |