Author Thomas Stanley Epigram Laying aside his Bow and Torch, a Whip Severe Love took, and at his side a Scrip; Then on the patient Oxen doth impose A Yoak, and in the fertile Furrow sows: And looking up, good weather Jove , or Thou (Saith he) Europa's Bull shalt draw my plow. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments