Mary Wroth

(1587-1651 / England)

Mary Wroth Poems

1. [bee You All Pleas'D, Your Pleasures Grieve Not Me] 9/18/2010
2. [no Time, No Roome, No Thought, Or Writing Can Give Rest] 9/18/2010
3. [o That No Day Would Ever More Appear] 9/18/2010
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Best Poem of Mary Wroth

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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 ...

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Am I thus conquer'd? hame I lost the powers,
That to withstand, which joyes to ruine me?
Must I bee still, while it my strength devoures,
And captive leads me prisoner bound, unfree?
Love first shall leave mens phant'sies to them free,
Desire shall quench loves flames, Spring, hate sweet showres;
Love shall loose all his Darts, have sight, and see
His shame and wishings, hinder happy houres.
Why should we not loves purblinde charmes resist?

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