LADIES, the Beardless Author of this Day Commends to you the Fortune of his Play. A Woman Wit has often grac'd the Stage, But he's the first Boy-Poet of our Age Early as is the Year his Fancies blow, Like young @3Narcissus@1 peeping through the Snow; Thus @3Cowley@1 blossom'd soon, yet Flourish'd long, This is as forward, and may prove as strong. Youth with the Fair should always Favour find, Or we are damn'd Dissemblers of our kind. What's all this Love they put into our Parts? 'Tis but the pit-a-pat of Two Young Hearts. Shou'd Hag and Gray-beard make such tender moan, Faith, you'd e'en trust 'em to themselves alone, And cry, let's go, here's nothing to be done. Since Love's our Business, as 'tis your Delight, The Young, who best can practise, best can Write. What though he be not come to his full Pow'r? He's mending and improving every Hour. You sly She-Jockies of the Box and Pit Are pleas'd to find a hot unbroken Wit, By management he may in time be made, But there's no hopes of an old batter'd Jade; Faint and unnerv'd he runs into a Sweat, And always fails you at the Second Heat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 1. AT TEA by THOMAS HARDY GLORY OF WOMEN by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LINES TO A FITFUL LOVER by MIRIAM BARRANGER MY PRAYER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE SPIDER AND THE BEE (A TALE FOR THE TIMES) by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |