Share:
  Guess poet | Poets | Poets timeline | Isles | Contacts

Matthew Prior - Cloe JealousMatthew Prior - Cloe Jealous
Work rating: Low


Forbear to ask Me, why I weep; Vext Cloe to her Shepherd said: `Tis for my Two poor stragling Sheep Perhaps, or for my Squirrel dead. For mind I what You late have writ? Your subtle Questions, and Replies; Emblems, to teach a Female Wit The Ways, where changing Cupid flies. Your Riddle, purpos`d to rehearse The general Pow`r that Beauty has: But why did no peculiar Verse Describe one Charm of Cloe`s Face? The Glass, which was at Venus` Shrine, With such Mysterious Sorrow laid: The Garland (and You call it Mine) Which show`d how Youth and Beauty fade. Ten thousand Trifles light as These Nor can my Rage, nor Anger move: She shou`d be humble, who wou`d please: And She must suffer, who can love. When in My Glass I chanc`d to look; Of Venus what did I implore? That ev`ry Grace which thence I took, Shou`d know to charm my Damon more. Reading Thy Verse; who heeds, said I, If here or there his Glances flew? O free for ever be His Eye, Whose Heart to Me is always true. My Bloom indeed, my little Flow`r Of Beauty quickly lost it`s Pride: For sever`d from it`s Native Bow`r, It on Thy glowing Bosom dy`d. Yet car`d I not, what might presage Or withering Wreath, or fleeting Youth: Love I esteem`d more strong than Age, And Time less permanent than Truth. Why then I weep, forbear to know: Fall uncontroll`d my Tears, and free: O Damon, `tis the only Woe, I ever yet conceal`d from Thee. The secret Wound with which I bleed Shall lie wrapt up, ev`n in my Herse: But on my Tomb-stone Thou shalt read My Answer to Thy dubious Verse.
Source

The script ran 0.001 seconds.