Bell Come let us burne our severall horrid peeces. Hag Thus is our Mischiefe drawne in yeares of Leases Pre If you a Prentice doe call mee Pray, let mee know of thee What you intend soe hollyly to burne Hag To sacrafice unto Loves Devills urne Pre What's the ingredience of your Perfume Bell All horrid things to burne i'th Roome Hag As Childrens heads Bell Mens leggs Hag Weomens Armes Bell And little Barnes Hag And these wee will you show Pre Noe thanke you, I will take my leggs to goe. Bell Noe stay we will not you soe fright Hag That you the better may us like Bell For wee're resolv'd that us you shall not slight Hag For with us you shall oynt and make a flight Pre And must all this bee done to night Bell But wee've forgot our Songe Hag Let's singe, but let's not bee too longe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THRENODY FOR A BROWN GIRL by COUNTEE CULLEN THE UNFORGIVEN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VICTORIAN JOURNALISM by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE DEUK'S DANG O'ER MY DADDIE by ROBERT BURNS THE BLACK RIDERS: 25 by STEPHEN CRANE SONG (2) by ANNE BATTEN CRISTALL LINES IN A LETTER TO HIS LADY COUSIN, HONOR DRIDEN by JOHN DRYDEN |