'Oh, yes! he is in Parliament; He's been returning thanks; You can't conceive the time he's spent Already on his franks. He'll think of nothing, night and day, But place, and the gazette': No matter what the people say, -- You won't believe them yet. 'He filled an album, long ago, With such delicious rhymes; Now we shall only see, you know, His speeches in the "Times"; And liquid tone and beaming brow, Bright eyes and locks of jet, He'll care for no such nonsense now': -- Oh! don't believe them yet! 'I vow he's turned a Goth, a Hun, By that disgusting Bill; He'll never make another pun; He's danced his last quadrille. We shall not see him flirt again With any fair coquette; He'll never laugh at Drury Lane.' -- Psha! -- don't believe them yet. 'Last week I heard his uncle boast He's sure to have the seals; I read it in the "Morning Post" That he has dined at Peel's; You'll never see him any more, He's in a different set; He cannot eat at half-past four': -- No? -- don't believe them yet. 'In short, he'll soon be false and cold, And infinitely wise; He'll grow next year extremely old, He'll tell enormous lies; He'll learn to flatter and forsake, To feign and to forget': -- Oh, whisper -- or my heart will break -- You won't believe them yet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT THE CLOAK, THE BOAT, AND THE SHOES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AULD ROB MORRIS by ROBERT BURNS GOD SAVE THE KING by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHO BUT THE LOVER SHOULD KNOW by EDWARD CARPENTER |