The fairest soonest fade, Young brides in flowers array'd, Will soon grow old, And prove a scold, Tho' their forms decay'd. But would you live with her at ease, Fly from the elf and leave her; The only means a dame to please Is by your flight to grieve her. The sweetest soonest pall, The tallest soonest fall; The tender bloom, Of sweet perfume, Will pine the first of all. Little regard the ills of life, Her frowns are but to flatter; So when your flight has grieved your wife, Come back and discord scatter. The gaudy charms of May, Are quickly past away; The honey moon Will change as soon, And love to ills betray. The fairest fruit upon the tree Is ever soonest rotten; Know in as much the nuptial glee Must pass and be forgotten. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BOBOLINKS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH SEA SLUMBER-SONG by RODEN BERKELEY WRIOTHESLEY NOEL A SONG ABOUT SINGING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SONG ON THE WATER (1) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN - PROLOGUE FOR MISS FONTENELLE by ROBERT BURNS |