Fine Madam Would-Be, wherefore should you fear, That love to make so well, a child to bear? The world reputes you barren; but I know Your 'pothecary, and his drug says no. Is it the pain affrights? That's soon forgot. Or your complexion's loss? You have a pot That can restore that. Will it hurt your feature? To make amends, you're thought a wholesome creature. What should the cause be? Oh, you live at court, And there's both loss of time and loss of sport In a great belly. Write, then, on thy womb, Of the not born, yet buried, here's the tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN HERMES OF THE WAYS by HILDA DOOLITTLE PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SANTORIN (A LEGEND OF THE AEGEAN) by JAMES ELROY FLECKER A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN |