All I See Is You: Poems and Proses on Motherhood (Jessica Urlichs: Early Motherhood Poetry & Prose Collection Book 2)

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Here with a cockatrice' dead-killing eye He rouseth up himself and makes a pause; While she, the picture of pure piety, Like a white hind under the gripe's sharp claws, Pleads, in a wilderness where are no laws, To the rough beast that knows no gentle right, Nor aught obeys but his foul appetite. And therein heartens up his servile powers, Who, flatter'd by their leader's jocund show, Stuff up his lust, as minutes fill up hours; And as their captain, so their pride doth grow, Paying more slavish tribute than they owe.

Thou art not what thou seem'st; and if the same, Thou seem'st not what thou art, a god, a king; For kings like gods should govern everything. Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive, And be an eye-sore in my golden coat; Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive, To cipher me how fondly I did dote; That my posterity, shamed with the note Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin To wish that I their father had not bin. This is her second book that I've read and she does have a knack for saying what we are thinking, for putting so clearly the struggle and tug of war that is motherhood. Their silent war of lilies and of roses, Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field, In their pure ranks his traitor eye encloses; Where, lest between them both it should be kill'd, The coward captive vanquished doth yield To those two armies that would let him go, Rather than triumph in so false a foe. He was a proud man, so once his desire had its way and started to wane, he had to deal with the consequences.Tarquin was the latter, lying awake revolving in his head the dangers involved in getting what he wanted.

Getting angry with himself, he started to hate his naked body and his desire, which was (as of yet) still in control. There was no noise except for hunting cries of owls and wolves, since it was the time of night for them to catch silly lambs . As her heart pounded, she wished it would jump out of her chest and go find a purer body to live in, one as pure as she wished she was.distress'd, Wounding itself to death, rise up and fall, Beating her bulk, that his hand shakes withal.