Love
To the Lady aforesaid, striking me on the Face with her Fan, for my former Answers
From Amasia (1700), Vol. III
Love
No longer now I must your rage withstand,
Who brandish thus your Vengeance in your Hand.
How very stupid must my senses grow!
Which ne'er conceive, or what you say, or do,
But this — and this you beat into me too.
To make returns for this last Favour shown;
Now you have Struck my Face, pray, hide your own.
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Hopkins, John. “To the Lady aforesaid, striking me on the Face with her Fan, for my former Answers.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hopkins_john/115/.
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Hopkins, John. “To the Lady aforesaid, striking me on the Face with her Fan, for my former Answers.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hopkins_john/115/.
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