LISTEN for pity -- I impeach The tyrant Love that, after play, Dribbles on Beauty's cheek, and still Refuses to be moved away. That, not content with many a kiss, Plays with his fingers on her lip; And if she turns her back to him, Drums with his hand on either hip. Sometimes he squeezes, then he slaps, I've heard he even bites her breast. Now, how can Beauty keep her charms, If she gets neither sleep nor rest? Is there no punishment, I ask -- No small corrections, soft and mild: For let us never once forget That, after all, he's but a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG PSALM 54 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE DEATH OF MR. WOODWARD, AT EDINBURGH by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD PROLOGUE FOR NEW YEAR'S DAY by ROBERT BURNS |