Come sit by my side, while this picture I draw: In chattering a magpie, in pride a jackdaw, A temper the devil himself could not bridle, Impertinent mixture of busy and idle, As rude as a bear, no mule half so crabbed, She swills like a sow, and she breeds like a rabbit, A housewife in bed, at table a slattern, For all an example, for no one a pattern. Now tell me, friend Thomas, Ford, Grattan, and merry Dan, Has this any likeness to good Madam Sheridan | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN PSALM 85 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ZOHEYR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |