You that would last long, list to my song, Make no more coil, but buy of this oil. Would you be ever fair and young? Stout of teeth and strong of tongue? Tart of palate, quick of ear? Sharp of sight, of nostril clear? Moist of hand and light of foot? (Or, I will come nearer to it) Would you live free from all diseases? Do the act your mistress pleases; Yet fright all aches from your bones? Here's medicine, for the nones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE OF MAIDENS' PRAISE: AN INVOCATION by SAINT ALDHELM BRUCE: HOW AYMER DE VALENCE, AND JOHN OF LORN CHASED THE BRUCE ... by JOHN BARBOUR |