Come sit by my side, while this picture I draw: In chattering a magpie, in pride a jackdaw, A temper the devil himself could not bridle, Impertinent mixture of busy and idle, As rude as a bear, no mule half so crabbed, She swills like a sow, and she breeds like a rabbit, A housewife in bed, at table a slattern, For all an example, for no one a pattern. Now tell me, friend Thomas, Ford, Grattan, and merry Dan, Has this any likeness to good Madam Sheridan | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF MR. CRASHAW by ABRAHAM COWLEY A THUNDER-STORM (2ND VERSION) by EMILY DICKINSON THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ON BEING ASKED FOR A WAR POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE EAGLE SWIFT by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR |