Mary Wroth Poems
- 74 Love a childe is ever crying, Please him, and he strait ...
- From: Pamphilia To Amphilanthu...
- 16 Am I thus conquer'd? hame I lost the powers, That to ...
- 7 (Song 1) The spring now come at last To Trees, Fields, to ...
- 68 My paine still smother'd in my grieved brest, Seekes for ...
- Sonnet Xiv Except my heart, which you bestow'd before, And ...
- [the Weary Traveller, Who Tyre...
Lady Mary Wroth (1587–1651/3) was an English poet of the Renaissance. A member of a distinguished literary English family, Wroth was among the first female British writers to have achieved an enduring reputation. She is perhaps best known for having written The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania, the first extant prose romance by an English woman, and for Pamphilia to Amphilanthus, the first known ... more »
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Love a childe is ever crying,
Please him, and he strait is flying;
Give him, he the more is craving,
Never satisfi'd with having.
His desires have no measure,
Endlesse folly is his treasure:
What he promiseth, he breaketh,
Trust not one word that he speaketh.
Hee vowes nothing but false matter,
And to cousen you hee'l flatter:
Let him gain the hand, hee'l leave you,
And still glory to deceive you.
Hee will triumph in your wailing,
And yet cause be of your failing:
these his vertues are, and slighter
are his guifts, his favours ...