Why, pretty rogue! do you protest The trick of stealing you detest? 'T is what you are doing every day, Either in earnest or in play. Cupid and you, 't is said, are cousins, (Au fait in stealing hearts by dozens,) Who make no more of shooting sparks, Than schoolboys do of wounding larks; Nay, what is worse, 't is my belief, Though known to be an arrant thief, Such powers of witchcraft are your own, That Justice slumbers on her throne; And should you be arraign'd in court For practising this cruel sport, In spite of all the plaintiff's fury Your smile would bribe both judge and jury. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WEDDING BED IN MANGKUTANA by KAREN SWENSON HIS OWNE EPITAPH by FRANCOIS VILLON ON THE DAY OF THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY TITUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE CRAFTSMAN by MARCUS B. CHRISTIAN ECHOES: 7 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY |