I WAS ever man of Nature's framing So given o'er to roving, Who have been twenty years a taming, By ways that are not worth the naming, And now must die of loving? II Hell take me if she been't so winning That now I love her mainly, And though in jest at the beginning, Yet now I'd wond'rous fain be sinning, And so have told her plainly. III At which she cries I do not love her, And tells me of her honour; Then have I no way to disprove her, And my true passion to discover, But straight to fall upon her. IV Which done, forsooth, she talks of wedding, But what will that avail her? For though I am old dog at bedding, I'm yet a man of so much reading, That there I sure shall fail her. V No, hang me if I ever marry, Till womankind grow stauncher, I do delight delights to vary, And love not in one hulk to tarry, But only trim and launch her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESOLUTION OF DEPENDENCE by GEORGE BARKER AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON THE LAST MAN: A RUFFIAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE GLOW-WORM by VINCENT BOURNE AN EPITAPH ON MR.WM. HOPTON by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) A SONG OF GOUNOD'S by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A LONG JOURNEY by EDWARD CARPENTER |