Poems about growing old and regret?

sorghum
Mon, 12 Oct 2015 17:28:31 +0000

A poem about getting over regret for a romance that doesn’t happen:

Why so pale and wan fond lover?

BY SIR JOHN SUCKLING

Why so pale and wan fond lover?
Prithee why so pale?
Will, when looking well can’t move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee why so pale?

Why so dull and mute young sinner?
Prithee why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can’t win her,
Saying nothing do’t?
Prithee why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame, this will not move,
This cannot take her;
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her;
The devil take her.