YE Cats that at midnight spit love at each other, Who best feel the pangs of a passionate lover, I appeal to your scratches and your tattered fur, If the business of Love be no more than to purr. Old Lady Grimalkin with her gooseberry eyes, Knew something when a kitten, for why she was wise; You find by experience, the love-fit's soon o'er, @3Puss! Puss!@1 lasts not long, but turns to @3Cat-whore!@1 Men ride many miles, Cats tread many tiles, Both hazard their necks in the fray; Only Cats, when they fall From a house or a wall, Keep their feet, mount their tails, and away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT THE GOOD GREAT MAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO ELECTRA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER |