BY the fierce flames of Love I'm in a sad taking, I'm singed like a pig that is hung up for bacon, My stomach is scorched like an over-done mutton-chop, That for want of gravy wont afford a single drop. Love, love, love is like a dizziness, Wont let a poor man go about his business My great toes and little toes are burnt to a cinder, As a hot burning-glass burns a dish-cloth to tinder, As cheese by a hot salamander is roasted, By beauty that's red-hot, like a cheese am I toasted. Love, love, love is like a dizziness, Wont let a poor man go about his business. Attend all young lovers, who after ladies dandle, I'm singed like a duck's foot over a candle, By this that and t'other, I'm treated uncivil, Like a gizzard I'm peppered, and then made a devil. Love, love, love is like a dizziness, Wont let a poor man go about his business. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMENTO MORI by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS CHOPIN'S NOCTURNE IN G MINOR by ARLO BATES A STREET MOTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 33 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 24, ASKING FOR HER HEART (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NEXT MORNING by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL THE GREAT GREY KING, 1800-1900 by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE PARAPHRASE OF PSALM 46. HEXAMETERS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |