Classic and Contemporary Poetry

A SONG, IN IMITATION OF SIR JOHN EATON, by JOHN WILMOT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Too late, alas! I must confess
Last Line: Betray a tender story.
Alternate Author Name(s): Rochester, 2d Earl Of

TOO late, alas! I must confess,
You need not arts to move me;
Such charms by nature you possess,
'Twere madness not to love ye.

Then spare a heart you may surprise,
And give my tongue the glory
To boast, though my ungrateful eyes
Betray a tender story.