@3Grime@1. I say, Sir Gilbert, looking on my daughter, I curse the hour that ever I got the girl: For, Sir, she may have many wealthy suitors, And yet she disdains them all, To have poor George a Greene unto her husband. @3Bonfield@1. On that, good Grime, I am talking with thy daughter; But she, in quirks and quiddities of love, Sets me to school, she is so over-wise. But, gentle girl, if thou wilt forsake the Pinner, And be my love, I will advance thee high: To dignify those hairs of amber hue, I'll grace them with a chaplet made of pearl, Set with choice rubies, sparks, and diamonds Planted upon a velvet hood, to hide that head Wherein two sapphires burn like sparkling fire: This will I do, fair Bettris, and far more, If thou wilt love the Lord of Doncaster. @3Bettris@1. Heigh ho, my heart is in a higher place, Perhaps on the earl, if that be he: See where he comes, or angry, or in love; For why, his colour looketh discontent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODS IN WINTER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW UP-HILL by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LAUS VENERIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI' TOM by WILLIAM BARNES OLD LADY NECESSITY by BERTON BRALEY |