HERE lies sweet Isabell in bed, With a night-cap on her head; Her skin is soft, her face is fair, And she has very pretty hair; She and I in bed lie nice. And undisturbed by rats and mice; She is disgusted with Mr. Worgan, Though he plays upon the organ. Her nails are neat, her teeth are white, Her eyes are very, very bright; In a conspicuous town she lives, And to the poor her money gives; Here ends sweet Isabella's story, And may it be much to her glory. I love in Isa's bed to lie, Oh, such joy and luxury! The bottom of the bed I sleep, And with great care within I creep; Oft I embrace her feet of lillys, But she has gotten all the pillys. Her neck I never can embrace, But I do hug her feet in place. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINGED MAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE VIRGIN'S SLUMBER SONG by JOSEPH FRANCIS CARLIN MACDONNELL THE SWING by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON RAILWAY DREAMINGS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE IVORY GATE; LOVE-IN-IDLENESS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PLACE OF FAME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB TO MR. D'URFEY, UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE BALLADS CALL'D BY HIM LYRIC ODES by THOMAS (TOM) BROWN |