HER time with equal prudence Silvia shares, First writes a billet-doux, then says her prayers; Her mass and toilet; vespers and the play; Thus God and Ashtaroth divide the day. Constant she keeps her Ember-week and Lent, At Easter calls all Israel to her tent; Loose without bawd, and pious without zeal, She still repeats the sins she would conceal. Envy herself from Silvia's life must grant, An artful woman makes a modern saint. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE FARE WELL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE HASTE NOT! REST NOT! by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE MAN WITH THE HOE by EDWIN MARKHAM LOVE LIES BLEEDING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |