Here lies a round Woman, who thought mighty odd Every Word she e'er heard in this Church about God. To convince her of God the good Dean did indeavour, But still in her Heart she held Nature more clever. Tho' he talk'd much of Virtue, her Head always run Upon something or other, she found better Fun. For the Dame, by her Skill in Affairs Astronomical, Imagin'd, to live in the Clouds was but comical. In this World, she despis'd every Soul she met here, And now she's in t'other, she thinks it but Queer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM THE CLOUDS: THE CLOUD CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON |