I'M black and blue from their worrying, They've tortured me early and late, Some with their loveGod help me! The others with their hate. They've poisoned the wine on my table, They've poisoned the bread on my plate, Some with their loveGod help me! The others with their hate. But she who most has worried, And tortured and troubledshe Has never either loved me, Or even hated me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS BRUCE: HOW THE BRUCE CROSSED LOCH LOMOND by JOHN BARBOUR TO A MATTABASSETT (A CONNECTICUT INDIAN) by WALTER BARDECK PURIFICATION OF YE B. VIRGIN (TO A BASE, A TENOR, AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |