Disdain me still, that I may ever love, For who his Love enjoys, can love no more; The war once past, with peace men cowards prove, And ships returned do rot upon the shore: Then though thou frown, I'll say thou art most fair, And still I'll love, though still I must despair. As heat 's to life, so is desire to love, For these once quenched, both life and love are done: Let not my sighs, nor tears, thy virtue move; Like basest metals, do not melt too soon. Laugh at my woes, although I ever mourn, Love surfeits with rewards, his nurse is scorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 6. GRUACH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY HABEAS CORPUS by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON DOOMSDAY: TREASURES IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES MORGIANA DANCES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE HAWAIIAN FLIGHT SQUADRON by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |