M. quarrels with N., because M. wrote a book And N. did not like it, which M. could not brook; So he called him a bigot, a wrangler, a monk, With as many hard names as would line a good trunk, And set up his back, and clawed like a cat; But N. liked it never the better for that. Now N. had a wife, and he wanted but one, Which stuck in M.'s stomach as cross as a bone: It has always been reckoned a just cause of strife For a man to make free with another man's wife; But the strife is the strangest that ever was known, If a man must be scolded for loving his own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PRELUDE. THE WAYSIDE INN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 5 by ALFRED TENNYSON SPLENDID ISOLATION; A MORAL FROM LEXINTON, 1775 by KATHARINE LEE BATES QUATORZAINS: 1. TO PERFUME by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MISERABLE NIGHT by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR THE MELTING POT by BERTON BRALEY AN INVECTIVE AGAINST THE WORLD, SELECTION by NICHOLAS BRETON |