My Love The Shrew Poem by Nero CaroZiv

For my love, rebuke or reproach will seldom mend her being young,
Although I think she is greatly left to need it;
And the breath of love, my deep love to her must stir the tongue,
If I just would have her to consider it; for a moment to heed it.

How often did I have her voluptuous locks of hair be caressed
For here and there of her little faults and failings,
Which should have been at first delayed or suppressed
To save for more appropriate time save the railings!

If we all succumb to temptations; and the heart would go astray,
One would, for the truth should, the inferno of passion smother,
One must not tear the charm away,
But substitute the lurking temptation by another.

She claims to lead, that it is pleasant by her to be led,
If she who would lead will first measure
The heart's affection by the head,
And then make pursuit love pleasure.


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