Now how shall I do with my love and my pride; Dear Dick, give me counsel, if friendship has any; Pr'ythee purge, or let blood, surly Richard replied, And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nanny. While I pleaded with passion how much I deserved, For the pains and the torments of more than a year; She looked in an almanack, whence she observed, That it wanted a fortnight to Barthol'mew-fair. My Cowley and Waller how vainly I quote, While my negligent judge only hears with her eye! In a long flaxen wig, and embroidered new coat, Her spark saying nothing talks better than I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 104 by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 10. AL-JABBAR by EDWIN ARNOLD LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 1 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE IVORY GATE; LOVE-IN-IDLENESS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |