SO prudent and so young a wife! Old Geron, thou art blest for life. So kindly careful of your health, So close a steward of your wealth; Still railing at th' expensive town, Fond of your seat, when you are down; At home in London before nine, And ready dressed at noon to dine; Though blooming, fair; beloved, a prude; To beaux and coxcombs almost rude. I cannot, happy man! conceive, What the ill-natured world believe, That all this care she's pleased to take Is not for her old Geron's sake; But for those twenty thousand pounds, Rich jewels, and new-purchased grounds, Unsettled yet by deed and free, That you may leave to her—or me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |