Poems (May)/From a true wife to one over bolde

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by Edith May
From a true wife to one over bolde
4509474Poems — From a true wife to one over boldeEdith May
FROM A TRUE WIFE TO ONE OVER BOLDE.
Be not amazed that scornfulle I reprove
The boldenesse did my modestie misprize,
Nor thinke it strange that gentle seemirge lippea
Should arm their softnesse with a sterne disguise.
Roses may harbour bees, and serpents wilde
Under sweet summer's flowerie zone abide,
And shame-faced Love wears, hooded at her will,
On her fayre wriste the brighte-eyed merlin, pride.

As reedes bende lowe before a cominge storme,
Well mote your boldnesse shrinke before my frowne;
Well my disdaynful glance mote quelle your owne,
As hawkes do strike the coward quarrie downe.
Yet holde me not of temper cold and strange,
That so I keepe my matron armour brighte;
If my deare Lorde had claymed his lawfulle due,
How readie were these lippes to yielde his righto!