Why, pretty rogue! do you protest The trick of stealing you detest? 'T is what you are doing every day, Either in earnest or in play. Cupid and you, 't is said, are cousins, (Au fait in stealing hearts by dozens,) Who make no more of shooting sparks, Than schoolboys do of wounding larks; Nay, what is worse, 't is my belief, Though known to be an arrant thief, Such powers of witchcraft are your own, That Justice slumbers on her throne; And should you be arraign'd in court For practising this cruel sport, In spite of all the plaintiff's fury Your smile would bribe both judge and jury. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH TWICE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES PENT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE MASQUERADE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE VISION OF THE ARCHANGELS by RUPERT BROOKE END OF A TUNE by ELIZABETH BROWN (AUSTRALIAN) PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: APOLLO AND THE FATES by ROBERT BROWNING |