Thou who wilt not love, doe this; Learne of me what Woman is. Something made of thred and thrumme; A meere Botch of all and some. Pieces, patches, ropes of haire; In-laid Garbage ev'ry where. Out-side silk, and out-side Lawne; Sceanes to cheat us neatly drawne. False in legs, and false in thighes; False in breast, teeth, haire, and eyes: False in head, and false enough; Onely true in shreds and stuffe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAGGEDY MAN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY EPITAPH ON NICOL OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS THE BACKGROUND GROUP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON PASSAGES FROM A POEM: THE NEW WORLD by WITTER BYNNER |