Poems of Francis Beaumont
|21.||To my Friend Mr. John Fletcher, upon his Faithful Sheperdess||3/27/2012|
|22.||To The True Patroness of all Poetry, Calliope||12/31/2002|
|23.||To the true patronesse of all Poetrie,||4/21/2010|
|25.||Upon the Silent Woman||3/27/2012|
The Remedy of Love
When Cupid read this title, straight he said,
'Wars, I perceive, against me will be made.'
But spare, oh Love! to tax thy poet so,
Who oft bath borne thy ensign 'gainst thy foe;
I am not he by whom thy mother bled,
When she to heaven on Mars his horses fled.
I oft, like other youths, thy flame did prove,
And if thou ask, what I do still? I love.