AND what is love? It is a doll dress'd up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle; A thing of soft misnomers, so divine That silly youth doth think to make itself Divine by loving, and so goes on Yawning and doting a whole summer long, Till Miss's comb is made a pearl tiara, And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots; Then Cleopatra lives at number seven, And Antony resides in Brunswick Square. Fools! if some passions high have warm'd the world, If Queens and Soldiers have play'd deep for hearts, It is no reason why such agonies Should be more common than the growth of weeds. Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl The Queen of Egypt melted, and I'll say That ye may love in spite of beaver hats. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A GONDOLA by ROBERT BROWNING ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT CHAMBER MUSIC: 1 by JAMES JOYCE A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER LOVE'S BLINDNESS by ALFRED AUSTIN HINTS OF AN HISTORICAL PLAY TO BE CALLED WILLIAM RUFUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |