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.