Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A SONG, by THOMAS D'URFEY


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A SONG, by                    
First Line: How vile are the sordid intrigues of the town
Last Line: Ah pox of the mounsieur, what luck have I.


How vile are the Sordid Intrigues of the Town,
Cheating and Lying continually sway;
From Bully and Punk, to the Politick Gown,
In Plotting and Sotting, they waste the Day:
All their Discourse is of Foreign Affairs,
The French and the Wars is always the cry;
Marriage alas is declining,
Nay, tho' a poor Virgin lies pining,
Ah Curse of this Jarring, what luck have I.

I hop'd a rich Trader by Ogling Charms,
Into my Conjugal Fetters to bring;
I planted my snare too, for one lov'd Arms,
But found his design was another thing:
From the Court Province, down to the dull Citts,
Both Cully and Wits of Marriage are shy;
Marriage alas is declining,
Nay, tho a poor Virgin lies pining,
Ah pox of the Mounsieur, what luck have I.





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