Wretched and foolish jealousy, How cam'st thou thus to enter me? I ne'er was of thy kind; Nor have I yet the narrow mind To vent that poor desire, That others should not warm them at my fire: I wish the sun should shine On all men's fruit, and flowers, as well as mine. But under the disguise of love Thou say'st, thou only cam'st to prove What my affections were. Think'st thou that love is helped by fear? Go, get thee quickly forth; Love's sickness, and his noted want of worth, Seek doubting men to please; I ne'er will owe my health to a disease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CASEY AT THE BAT (1) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER TO THE KING OF THULE by HENRI ALLORGE CUPID IN AMBUSH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MARCH OF THE MEN OF HARLECH by ALEXANDER BOSWELL CHRISTMAS EVE, 1917 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |