"For God's sake hold your tongue and let me love."
The poem begins dramatically with a statement which almost prevail a shock to the complacent reader. Expecting with a mellifluous beginning : “FOR God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love” ;The poet is distressed of by the fact that a person has objected to the speaker’s love affair ,The person who criticizes the poet ‘s love represents the practical world which regards love as a trivial assize in man’s life and no more than a frittering away of time .The poet ‘answer' is that even if the external world considers Love to be a disease it should restrict itself to the outer infirmities like ‘palsy’, approaching old age and the poet’s ironical forties .The unknown speaker might cure these ,but he would certainly fill in poring the poet of this particular obsession . Farther the poet mockingly entreats the other person to look to his own welfare by pursuing wealth and honor for himself .Disgusted, the poet detests him to log him alone with his love.
What merchant's ships have my sighs drown'd?
Who says my tears have overflow'd his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
When did the heats which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
Though she and I do love."
Although the comparison to the phoenix seems outlandish; it is the fantastic and calmative image which best describes lovers unification and their emancipation. The phoenix is not two but one and the lovers are fused into this unity. Further, it burns not like the taper at its own cost but live again. Its' death is life. There love does not end with the mere satisfaction of sexual love. But it becomes regenerated with it. The tone of ridicule has been gradually discarded and the poet now proceeds in all seriousness to compare love to the most sublime aspects of life. He is aware that even if his love is unfit for the magnifying scene of tombs his tale will be fit at least to be celebrated in sonnets. Further, the well wrought urn which can become the container for the ass of the greatest of kings, is in no way inferior to the “half-acre tombs”. Indeed, the grossness of the half-acre tombs has been contrasted with the exquisiteness of the urn.
Made one another's hermitage …”