Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
That at the whisper of Love's name,
Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise
Your angry head and stand at gaze?
Poor bombard-captain, sworn to reach
The ravelin and effect a breach—
Indifferent what you storm or why,
So be that in the breach you die!
Love may be blind, but Love at least
Knows what is man and what mere beast;
Or Beauty wayward, but requires
More delicacy from her squires.
Tell me, my witless, whose one boast
Could be your staunchness at the post,
When were you made a man of parts
To think fine and profess the arts?
Will many-gifted Beauty come
Bowing to your bald rule of thumb,
Or Love swear loyalty to your crown?
Be gone, have done! Down, wanton, down!
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Be gone, have done...
I find this to be a poem of self-control, or lack thereof... Well written with good flow and even a passable rhyme, but the imagery is too juvenile for my personal taste. -
bj?
relating to a male body part?
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Of course it is about a penis but not a bj as you put it. The line
So be that in the breach you die!
tells the truth.
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