JUST look, Manetto, at that wry-mouth'd minx; Merely take notice what a wretch it is; How well contrived in her deformities, How beastly favored when she scowls and blinks. Why, with a hood on (if one only thinks) Or muffle of prim veils and scapularies,— And set together, on a day like this Some pretty lady with the odious sphinx;— Why, then thy sins could hardly have such weight, Nor thou be so subdued from Love's attack, Nor so possessed in Melancholy's sway, But that perforce thy peril must be great Of laughing till the very heart-strings crack: Either thou'dst die, or thou must run away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WHEN by SARAH CHAUNCEY WOOLSEY LUCY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO THE MISS WEBSTERS, WITH DR. AIKIN'S WISH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |