Yee pretty Huswives, wo'd ye know The worke that I wo'd put ye to? This, this it sho'd be, for to spin, A Lawn for me, so fine and thin, As it might serve me for my skin. For cruell Love ha's me so whipt, That of my skin, I all am stript; And shall dispaire, that any art Can ease the rawnesse, or the smart; Unlesse you skin again each part. Which mercy if you will but do, I call all Maids to witnesse too What here I promise, that no Broom Shall now, or ever after come To wrong a Spinner or her Loome. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE GODS AND THE WINDS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON IN SOME FAR DISTANT TIME by CATHERINE BRADSHAW JUDICIUM PARIDIS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. DISENTANGLEMENT by EDWARD CARPENTER |