Poems of Samuel Butler
|1.||An Heroic Epistle of Hudibras To His Lady||4/21/2010|
|2.||Hudibras - The Lady's Answer to The Knight||4/21/2010|
|3.||Hudibras, Part I (excerpts)||1/1/2004|
|4.||Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto I||4/21/2010|
|5.||Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III||4/21/2010|
|6.||Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto I||4/21/2010|
|7.||Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto II||4/21/2010|
|8.||Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I||4/21/2010|
|9.||Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto II||4/21/2010|
|10.||Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto III||4/21/2010|
|11.||Puritans - (from Hudibras)||4/21/2010|
|12.||Sonnets On Miss Savage||4/21/2010|
|13.||The Metaphysical Sectarian||4/21/2010|
Sonnets On Miss Savage
She was too kind, wooed too persistently,
Wrote moving letters to me day by day;
The more she wrote, the more unmoved was I,
The more she gave, the less could I repay.
Therefore I grieve, not that I was not loved,
But that, being loved, I could not love again.
I liked, but like and love are far removed;
Hard though I tried to love I tried in vain.