Now, fie on foolish love! It not befits Or man or woman know it; Love was not meant for people in their wits, And they that fondly show it Betray the straw and feathers in their brain, And shall have Bedlam for their pain. If single love be such a curse, To marry is to make it ten times worse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT GO NOW' by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE CLOUDS: SOCRATES' EXPERIMENTS by ARISTOPHANES ANOTHER SPRING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON A WAG IN MAUCHLINE by ROBERT BURNS |