En despit.
Cupidon bien souuent met le mors en la bouche
A l'homme plus sauuage, & tost dompté le rend,
Fleschissant la roideur de son courage grand.
Aux souples il est souple, aux farouches farouche.
Cookies on Poetry Cove
We use cookies to remember your language preference and — only with your consent — to learn how Poetry Cove is used. You can change your mind any time.