I NED! she that likes thee now, Next week will leave thee! Trust her not, though she vow Ne'er to deceive thee; Just so to Tom she swore, Yet straight was ranging: Thus she'd serve forty more, Still she'll be changing. Last month I was the man; See, if deny't she can; Else ask Frank, Joan, or Nan: Ned! faith look to it. II She'll praise thy voice, thy face; She'll say, th' art witty; She'll too cry up thy race, Thy state she'll pity; She'll sigh, and then accuse Fortune of blindness: This form she still doth use, When she'd show kindness. Thou'lt find (if thou but note) That t' all she sings one note; I've learn'd her arts by rote: Ned! faith look to it! III With scorn, as now on me, (Less may'st thou care for't!) Ere long she'll look on thee, Thyself prepare for't. The next new face will cast Thine out of favour; The winds change not so fast, As her thoughts waver: If them thou striv'st t' enchain, Thereby thou'lt only gain Thy labour for thy pain: Ned! faith look to it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW |