WERE none of you, Gallants, e'er driven so hard, As when the poor kind Soul was under guard, And could not do't at home, in some Bystreet To take a Lodging, and in private meet? Such is our Case; We can't appoint our House, The Lovers old and wonted Rendezvous, But hither to this trusty Nook remove; The worse the Lodging is, the more the Love. For much good Pastime, many a dear sweet hug Is stol'n in Garrets, on the humble Rugg, Here's good Accommodation in the Pit; The Grave demurely in the midst may sit, And so the hot @3Burgundian@1 on the Side Ply Vizard Masque, and o'er the Benches stride: Here are convenient upper Boxes too, For those that make the most triumphant show; All that keep Coaches must not sit below. There, Gallants, you betwixt the Acts retire, And at dull Plays have something to admire: We, who look up, can your Addresses mark, And see the Creatures coupled in the Ark: So we expect the @3Lovers, Braves, and Wits@1; The gaudy House with Scenes will serve for @3Cits@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIM DOORWAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS THE SOLSEQUIUM by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE AGAMEMNON: HELEN. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. TO WILLIAM, EARL OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |