O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantize of skill That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state: If thy unworthiness raised love in me, More worthy I to be beloved of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT by THOMAS HARDY BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE TEMPTATION OF OUR LORD: BALEUS PROLOCUTOR by JOHN BALE ROUNDEL FOR THESE TIMES by ADELIA DOOLITTLE BAUER |