Love still a boy, and oft a wanton is, Schooled only by his mother's tender eye; What wonder then if he his lesson miss, When for so soft a rod dear play he try? And yet my Star, because a sugared kiss In sport I sucked, while she asleep did lie, Doth lour, nay chide; nay, threat, for only this. Sweet, it was saucy love, not humble I. But no 'scuse serves, she makes her wrath appear In beauty's throne; see now, who dares come near Those scarlet judges, threatening bloody pain? O heavenly fool, thy most kiss-worthy face Anger invests with such a lovely grace That anger's self I needs must kiss again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A COMPARISON OF THE LIFE OF MAN by RICHARD BARNFIELD LOVE IS BEST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT UNDER THE PINES by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT THOUGHTS ON THE SHAPE OF THE HUMAN BODY by RUPERT BROOKE PIETRO OF ABANO by ROBERT BROWNING TO THE NEW YEAR, FOR THE COUNTESS OF CARLISLE by THOMAS CAREW |