Thou who wilt not love, doe this; Learne of me what Woman is. Something made of thred and thrumme; A meere Botch of all and some. Pieces, patches, ropes of haire; In-laid Garbage ev'ry where. Out-side silk, and out-side Lawne; Sceanes to cheat us neatly drawne. False in legs, and false in thighes; False in breast, teeth, haire, and eyes: False in head, and false enough; Onely true in shreds and stuffe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAITER IN A CALIFORNIA VIETNAMESE RESTURANT by CLARENCE MAJOR HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT MADAGASCAR: AUBADE by WILLIAM DAVENANT RIDDLE: A STAR by MOTHER GOOSE THE CRADLE SONG OF THE POOR by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |