DID but the law appoint us one, Tired couples to release again, What shoals of all degrees would run, To break their matrimonial chain! The widow old, Herself and gold Who to the healthy spendthrift gave; And the rich churl, Who took a girl, Poor wretch! with one foot in the grave. Prudes, who at men would never look, Yet slyly tasted Hymen's joy; And wild coquets, who husbands took, When they could get no other toy: Millions would try The knot to untie: Towards the goal of liberty, Lord! what a throng Would crowd along, And in the midst my wife and me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE PRAYER FOR A CITY CHILD by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH THE IVORY GATE; AN UNFINISHED DRAFT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE IMMOLATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE NUN AT COURT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SOUL'S MUTINY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HASTINGS' SONNETS: 6 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |