Weary was love and sought to take his rest,
He made his choice, upon a virgin's lap;
And slyly crept from thence unto her breast,
Where still he meant to sport him in his hap;
The virgin frowned like PhÃ…?bus in a cloud;
Go pack, sir boy, here is no room for such,
My breast no wanton foolish boy must shroud."
This said, my love did give the wag a touch;
Then as the foot that treads the stinging snake
Hastes to be gone, for fear what may ensue,
So love my love was forced for to forsake,
And for more speed, without his arrows flew.
"Pardon," he said, "For why? You seemed to me
My mother Venus in her pride to be."
Licia Sonnets 02
Giles Fletcher The Elder
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Poem topics: I love you, cloud, fear, mother, pride, snake, forsake, room, touch, foolish, speed, choice, sport, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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