Poems on several subjects | ||
To two GENTLEWOMEN.
Upon whose cheeks sits blooming youth,
Like roses yet unblown,
Some happy swain will pree each mouth,
Tho' to them yet unknown.
Like roses yet unblown,
Some happy swain will pree each mouth,
Tho' to them yet unknown.
But yet, perhaps, I guess a' wrang;
The match is thought already:
I care not tho' I see, ere lang,
Each of the two a lady.
The match is thought already:
I care not tho' I see, ere lang,
Each of the two a lady.
Poems on several subjects | ||