Why will Delia thus retire, And languish life away? Why the sighing crows admire, 'Tis too soon for hartshorn tea. All these dismal looks and fretting Cannot Damon's life restore; Long ago the worms have eat him, You can never see him more. Once again consult your toilet, In the glass your face review; So much weeping sure will spoil it, And no springs your charms renew. I, like you, was born a woman, Well I know what vapours mean! The disease, alas! is common, Single we have all the spleen. All the morals that they teach us Never cur'd our sorrows yet: Choose among the pretty fellows One of humour, youth, and wit. Prithee hear him ev'ry morning, At the least an hour or two; Once again at night returning, I believe the dose will do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOATING MORMON by KAREN SWENSON PARADISE LOST: BOOK 1 by JOHN MILTON A BETTER ANSWER (TO CHLOE JEALOUS) by MATTHEW PRIOR THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS BLOWING BUBBLES by BEATRICE PAULA BYRNES |