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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO CYNTHIA; A SONG, by THOMAS D'URFEY First Line: Born with the vices of my kind, / I were inconstant too Last Line: Tis easie to be true. Subject(s): Fidelity; Faithfulness; Constancy | |||
Born with the Vices of my kind, I were Inconstant too; Dear Cynthia, could I rambling find More Beauty than in you. The rowling Surges of my Blood, By Virtue now ebb'd low; Should a new Shower encrease the Flood, Too soon would overflow. But Frailty when thy Face I see, Does modestly retire; Uncommon must her Graces be, Whose look can bound desire. Not to my Virtue, but thy Power, This Constancy is due; When change it self can give no more, 'Tis easie to be true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARGUING BARTUSIAK by ALBERT GOLDBARTH THE VISIONARY by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE PROTESTATION by THOMAS CAREW A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON |
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