To One persuading a Lady to Marriage|
FORBEAR, bold youth ; all's heaven here,
And what you do aver
To others courtship may appear,
'Tis sacrilege to her.
She is a public deity ;
And were't not very odd
She should dispose herself to be
A petty household god ?
First make the sun in private shine
And bid the world adieu,
That so he may his beams confine
In compliment to you :
But if of that you do despair,
Think how you did amiss
To strive to fix her beams which are
More bright and large than his.
The Oxford Book of English Verse.
Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1919. 462.
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