THOU Fool! if madness be so rife, That, spite of wit, thou'lt have a wife, I'll tell thee what thou must expect, After the Honey-Moon neglect, All the sad days of thy whole life: To that a world of woe and strife, Which is of marriage the effect, And thou thy woe's own architect, Thou Fool! Thou'lt nothing find but disrespect, Ill words i' th' scolding dialect, For she'll all tabor be, or fife; Then prythee go and whet thy knife, And from this Fate thyself protect, Thou Fool! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR DAILY BREAD by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK TO -- OCCASIONED BY HIS POEM ON THE SUN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD STEEL OR GOLD?; THE QUESTION by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EPISTLE TO DR. BLACKLOCK by ROBERT BURNS AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: DIALOGUE SUNG THE FIRST NIGHT by THOMAS CAMPION |