The Mind

A solemne toie

by Nicholas Breton c. 1545–1626

From Melancholike Humours (1600)

The Mind

IF that loue had beene a king,
He would haue commanded beauty:
But, hee is a silly thing,
That hath sworne to doe her duety.

If that loue had beene a God,
He had then bene full of grace:
But, how grace and loue are odde,
Tis too plaine a pitious case.

No: loue is an idle ieast,
That hath only made a woord
Like vnto a Cuckoes neast,
That hath neuer hatcht a bird.

Then, from nothing to conceiue
That may any substance bee;
Yet so many doth deceiue,
Lord of heauen deliuer mee.

MLA

Breton, Nicholas. “A solemne toie.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/breton/30/.

Chicago

Breton, Nicholas. “A solemne toie.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/breton/30/.

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