PHILLIS, give this humour over, We too long have time abused; I shall turn an arrant rover, If the favour's still refused. Faith! 'tis nonsense out of measure, Without ending thus to see Women forced to taste a pleasure Which they love as well as we. Let not pride and folly share you, We were made but to enjoy; Ne'er will age or censure spare you, E'er the more for being coy. Never fancy time's before you, Youth, believe me, will away; Then, alas! who will adore you, Or to wrinkles tribute pay! All the swains on you attending Show how much your charms deserve; But, miser like, for fear of spending, You amidst your plenty starve. While a thousand freer lasses, Who their youth and charms employ; Though your beauty theirs surpasses, Live in far more perfect joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPELLIN' BEE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE RAILROAD MEN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PALINODE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DEAMON LOVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HUNTING HORNS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE RIGHT MARY by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY |