Let it not your wonder move,
Less your laughter, that I love.
Though I now write fifty years,
I have had, and have, my peers;
Poets, though divine, are men,
Some have lov'd as old again.
And it is not always face,
Clothes, or fortune, gives the grace;
Or the feature, or the youth.
But the language and the truth,
With the ardour and the passion,
Gives the lover weight and fashion.
If you then will read the story,
First prepare you to be sorry
That you never knew till now
Either whom to love or how;
But be glad, as soon with me,
When you know that this is she
Of whose beauty it was sung;
She shall make the old man young,
Keep the middle age at stay,
And let nothing high decay,
Till she be the reason why
All the world for love may die.
Notes
NOTES
Composition Date:
1623
Form:
couplets
1.
A poem in ten lyric pieces, first printed in Works,
1640. Most of the poem was probably written before 1616,
when The Devil is an Ass, containing the last two
stanzas of \
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"First prepare you to be sorry
That you never knew till now
Either whom to love or how;"
This is the most beautiful part of this poem_ the entire poem is beautiful_ very simple n sweet!!!!!
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