Clap, clap the double nightcap on! Gifford will read you his amours . . . Lazy as Scheld and cold as Don . . . Kneel, and thank Heaven they are not yours. Alas! 'tis very sad to hear, Your and your Muse's end draws near: I only wish, if this be true, To lie a little way from you. The grave is cold enough for me Without you and your poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: FORBIDDING MOURNING by JOHN DONNE TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |