* <br /> <br /> <br />Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys, <br /> Your real griefs, and painted joys, <br /> Your pleasure which itself destroys. <br />Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave, <br />And only what will injure them do crave. <br /> Men's weakness makes love so severe, <br /> They give him power by their fear, <br /> And make the shackles which they wear. <br />Who to another does his heart submit, <br />Makes his own idol, and then worships it. <br /> Him whose heart is all his own, <br /> Peace and liberty does crown, <br /> He apprehends no killing frown. <br />He feels no raptures which are joys diseased, <br />And is not much transported, but still pleased. <br /> <br /> <br />*<br /><br />Katherine Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/against-love/
