SAY, but did you love so long? In troth, I needs must blame you: Passion did your judgment wrong, Or want of reason shame you. Truth, Time's fair and witty daughter, Shortly shall discover Y' are a subject fit for laughter, And more fool than lover. But I grant you merit praise For your constant folly: Since you doted three whole days, Were you not melancholy? She to whom you prov'd so true, And that very very face, Puts each minute such as you A dozen dozen to disgrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM WETMORE STORY PSALM 81 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE MARCH BEE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EAST WIND by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |