Modern Love
John Keats
1795 to 1821
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If Queens and Soldiers have play'd deep for hearts,
It is no reason why such agonies
Then Cleopatra lives at number seven,
Divine by loving, and so goes on
Yawning and doting a whole summer long,
And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
Should be more common than the growth of weeds.
That silly youth doth think to make itself
Till Miss's comb is made a pearl tiara,
And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots;
The Queen of Egypt melted, and I'll say
And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up
That ye may love in spite of beaver hats.
Fools! if some passions high have warm'd the world,
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;