LOVE thee! good sooth, not I! I've somewhat else to do; Alas, you must go learn to talk, Before you learn to woo. Nay, fie! stand off, go to! Because you're in the fashion, And newly come to court; D'ye think your clothes are orators T'invite us to the sport? Ha, ha! Who will not jeer thee for't. Ne'er look so sweetly, youth, Nor fiddle with your band; We know, you trim your borrowed curls To show your pretty hand. But 'tis too young for to command. Go, practise how to jeer; And think each word a jest; That's the court wit. Alas, you're out, To think when finely drest, You please me, or the ladies, best. Mark how Sir Whackam fools; Aye marry, there's a wit! Who cares not what he says or swears; So ladies laugh at it; Who can deny such blades a bit! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHEN I WROTE A LITTLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL |