Charis one day in discourse Had of Love, and of his force, Lightly promised, she would tell What a man she could love well: And that promise set on fire All that heard her, with desire. With the rest, I long expected, When the work would be effected: But we find that cold delay, And excuse spun every day, As, until she tell her one, We all fear, she loveth none. Therefore, Charis, you must do't, For I will so urge you to't You shall neither eat, nor sleep, No, nor forth your window peep, With your emissary eye, To fetch in the forms go by: And pronounce, which band or lace, Better fits him, than his face; Nay I will not let you sit 'Fore your idol glass a whit, To say over every purl There; or to reform a curl; Or with secretary Sis To consult, if fucus this Be as good, as was the last: All your sweet of life is past, Make account unless you can, (And that quickly) speak your man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER PARTING by SARA TEASDALE SIMON THE CYRENIAN SPEAKS by COUNTEE CULLEN GASCOIGNE'S GOOD MORROW by GEORGE GASCOIGNE ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN I BLOW YOU A KISS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE GALLANT WEAVER by ROBERT BURNS |