Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN OLD MAN'S GIFT TO A FAIR LADY, by CHARLES COTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Pox o' your doting coxcomb! Was there ever Last Line: I wish instead of them th' hadst given her me. Subject(s): Gifts & Giving; Love - Age Differences | ||||||||
Pox o' your doting Coxcomb! was there ever So old a Lover, and so young a Giver? A pair of Spectacles! who the Devil, but thee, Could have found out such a disparity? There were, t' oblige thy Love, far better ways, A lump of sugar, or her name in bays, A row of pins, a baby, or a purse, Or what as fit had been, a hobby-horse, A Valentine, had'st thou not wanted blood To paint it with, would have been full as good. Thy old seal-ring, thy Grandam's pleated gown, A boon-grace to preserve her from the sun. Or any thing, rather than a dull pair Of second eyes, these must deform thy Fair. I see, thou fain would'st blast her in her prime To parallel thy age before her time. What do'st thou think thy Mistress cannot see Without such helps, thy full deformity; Thy shaking noddle, and thy dropping nose, Whence the moist philtre is salt rhume that flows? Thy stooping shoulders, and thy trembling hands, Thy bursten belly, and thy crinkling hams, Thy spider's legs, and thy club'd corny feet, That stink, though grown so dry they cannot sweat? Or would'st thou have thy Love a bugbear be, To fright the boys in snavelling like thee? Or is 't to stop her sense she may not smell, The tainted winds, that in thy bowels swell, Until they burst in cracks; nor snuff the scent Thy nasty, suppurated issues vent? I am content to think this gift was bought In mirth, and given her for a merry-thought. Are they to mend her sight, or dim her eyes, So to eclipse her sight from seeing these? 'Twas thy good nature made thee give such ware, And so, in troth, the present was most rare. For the great kindness of this gift implies, Thou lov'st thy Mistress better than thine eyes. If to find out, thou ever had'st design A present fit to offer at her shrine; Thou should'st have bought the Sun, that Day of light, And all the twinkling Beauties of the Night, And yet, those glories of that arched Scene Had been for her an offering too mean. Embroider'd waistcoats, Spanish gloves, or plate, Watches, or jewels might become her state. But could'st thou find out no allurement else? A pair of nasty horn-set Spectacles! Where were thy wits, old Fool? she might have borne With them, if set in Amalthea's horn; And had those green-glass orbs been cut from some O' th' crystal sphere, they might her eyes become. The case might have passed too if made it were Of the embroider'd girdle o' th' next sphere: But such a wretched Rogue, with such an itch, Never made love to any wrinkled Witch. Sure thou hast heard, that Love is blind, and thou By this device would'st be a Cupid too. A pleasant plot i' faith! thou would'st be then A pretty boy of fourscore years, and ten. Or thou had'st laid 'em by, and wanting light Bestow'dst them for some gem, as well thou might. Or else amaz'd by th' lustre of her face Mistaking gav'st them for a looking glass. Howe'er, whether thou didst, or didst not see, I wish instead of them th' hadst given her me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST IN THE MARTINI by ANTHONY HECHT THE NIGHT BEFORE FATHER'S DAY by DENISE DUHAMEL PREFERENCE by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES I REMEMBER by FLORENCE MARGARET SMITH A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO by ROBERT BURNS LINES ON MY NEW CHILD SWEETHEART by THOMAS CAMPBELL AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON LAURA SLEEPING; ODE by CHARLES COTTON RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON |
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