A PEDLAR I am, that take great care And mickle pains for to sell small-ware: I had need do so, when women do buy, That in small-wares trade so unwillingly. L. W. A looking-glass will't please you, madam, buy? A rare one 'tis indeed, for in it I Can show what all the world besides can't do, A face like to your own, so fair, so true. L. E. For you a girdle, madam; but I doubt me Nature hath order'd there 's no waist about ye: Pray, therefore, be but pleas'd to search my pack, There 's no ware that I have that you shall lack. L. E. L. M. You, ladies, want you pins? if that you do, I have those will enter, and that stiffly too: It's time you choose, in troth; you will bemoan Too late your tarrying, when my pack 's once gone. L. B. L. A. As for you, ladies, there are those behind Whose ware perchance may better take your mind: One cannot please ye all; the pedlar will draw back, And wish, against himself, that you may have the knack. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A HYMN TO CONTENTMENT by THOMAS PARNELL A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE A LEAVE-TAKING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON |