Thou who, when fears attack, Bidst them avaunt, and Black; Care, at the horseman's back; Perching, unseatest; Sweet, when the morn is gray; Sweet when they've cleared away; Lunch and at close of day; Possibly sweetest.
Quotes about bidst (2 Quotes)
If thou that bid'st me be content wert grim,
Ugly, and sland'rous to thy mother's womb,
Full of unpleasing blots and sightless stains,
Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foul moles and eye-offending marks,
I would not care, I then would be content;
For then I should not love thee; no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deserve a crown.