No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe: Although with cruel fire First thrown on my desire She sacks my rendered sprite: For so fair a flame embraces All the places Where that heat of all heats springeth That it bringeth To my dying heart some pleasure, Since his treasure Burneth bright in fairest light: no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe; Although with cruel fire First thrown on my desire She sacks my rendered sprite: Since our lives be not immortal, But to mortal Fetters tied, do wait the hour Of death's power, They have no cause to be sorry Who with glory End the way where all men stay: no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, I cannot hate my foe; Although with cruel fire First thrown on my desire She sacks my rendered sprite: No man doubts, whom beauty killeth, Fair death feeleth; And in whom fair death proceedeth, Glory breedeth; So that I, in her beams dying, Glory trying, Though in pain, cannot complain: no, no, no, no. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON HONOUR'S MARTYR by EMILY JANE BRONTE |