MARTHA is not so tall, nor yet so fair As any of the other lovely three, Her chiefest grace is poor simplicity, Yet were the rest away, she were a star. She's fair enough, only she wants the art To set her beauties off as they can do, And that's the cause she ne'er heard any woo, Nor ever yet made conquest of a heart: And yet her blood's as boiling as the best, Which, pretty soul, does so disturb her rest, And makes her languish so, she's fit to die. Poor thing, I doubt she still must lie alone, For being like to be attack'd by none, She's no more wit to ask than to deny. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A STRIP OF BLUE by LUCY LARCOM THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LORD SPEAKS by KARLE WILSON BAKER PSALM 4; AUGUST 10, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE SONG OF THE BEASTS by RUPERT BROOKE FEARS AND SCRUPLES by ROBERT BROWNING A SOLILOQUY ON READING THE 5TH AND 8TH VERSES OF THE 37TH PSALM by JOHN BYROM |