SINCE we your husband daily see So jealous out of season, Phillis, let you and I agree To make him so with reason. I'm vexed to think, that every night A sot, within thy arms, Tasting the most divine delight, Should sully all your charms; While fretting I must lie alone, Cursing the powers divine, That undeservedly have thrown A pearl unto a swine. Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart, My burning passion cool; Let me at least in thee have part With thy insipid fool. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST APPARITIONS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 1 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE KING'S PICTURE by HELEN LOUISE BARRON BOSTWICK OUR LADY OF CHANGE by BERTON BRALEY TO A PHOTOGRAPHER by BERTON BRALEY |