Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake? And if I speake, her wrath renew I shall: And if I silent be, my bart will breake, Or choked be with overflowing gall. What tyranny is this, both my hart to thrall, And eke my toung with proud restraint to tie; That nether I may speake nor thinke at all, But like a stupid stock in silence die! Yet I my hart with silence secretly Will teach to speak, and my just cause to plead, And eke mine eies, with meek humility, Love-learned letters to her eyes to read: Which her deep wit, that true harts thought can spel, Wil soone conceive, and learne to construe well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND BOY by COLLEY CIBBER GROWING GRAY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON SEEING HIS OWN PICTURE by PHILIP AYRES THE SPIRIT'S WARFARE by WILLIAM BLAKE FIAMMETTA: SONNET. OF HIS LAST SIGHT OF FIAMMETTA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO |