MADAM, let an humble stranger Give you joy without the danger Of correction from your brow; And I fancy 'tis not easy For the rudest to displease ye, Y' are in so good an humour now. Such a treasure you have brought us, As in gratitude has taught us To praise and bless your happy womb; And since you have oblig'd so many, You cannot but expect sure (can ye?) To be thank'd at least by some. A more wish'd-for heir by Heaven Ne'er to family was given, Nor a braver boy to boot; Finer ne'er was born before him, One may know who got and bore him, And nowadays 'tis hard to do 't. You copy well, for which the rather, Since you so well have hit the Father, Madam, once more try your skill To bring of th' other sex another As fair, and good, and like the Mother, And double 'em after when you will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON DIVINATION BY A DAFFADILL by ROBERT HERRICK EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO HIS LYRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE DAUGHTERS OF ATLAS by AESCHYLUS VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |