Into The Middle Temple Of My Heart
Into the middle Temple of my heart
The wanton Cupid did himself admit,
And gave for pledge your eagle-sighted wit
That he would play no rude uncivil part;
Long time he cloaked his nature with his art,
And sad and grave and sober he did sit,
But at the last he gan to revel it,
To break good rules and orders to pervert;
Then love and his young pledge were both convented
Before sad reason, that old Bencher grave,
Who this sad sentence unto him presented;
By diligence, that sly and secret knave,
That love and wit, for ever should depart
Out of the middle Temple of my heart.
-Sir John Davies
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