M. quarrels with N., because M. wrote a book And N. did not like it, which M. could not brook; So he called him a bigot, a wrangler, a monk, With as many hard names as would line a good trunk, And set up his back, and clawed like a cat; But N. liked it never the better for that. Now N. had a wife, and he wanted but one, Which stuck in M.'s stomach as cross as a bone: It has always been reckoned a just cause of strife For a man to make free with another man's wife; But the strife is the strangest that ever was known, If a man must be scolded for loving his own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS POPULARITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN TO F.A.B., A VIRTUOUS YOUNG PHYSICIAN ABOUT TO PRACTISE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |