Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers, From their own music when they stray. All her free favours and smooth words Wing my hopes in vain. O, did ever voice so sweet but only feign? Can true love yield such delay, Converting joy to pain? Lost is our freedom When we submit to women so: Why do we need 'em When, in their best, they work our woe? There is no wisdom Can alter ends by Fate prefixt. O, why is the good of man with evil mixt? Never were days yet called two But one night went betwixt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG NYMPH GOING TO BED by JONATHAN SWIFT TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES VERSES TO AN INFANT by BERNARD BARTON |