The Poetry of George Wither | ||
Epigram 6.
Long did I wonder, and I wonder much,Rome's Church should from her clergy take that due:
Thought I, why should she that contentment grutch?
What, doth she all with continence endue?
No; but why then are they debarr'd that state?
Is she become a foe unto her own?
Doth she the members of her body hate,
Or is it for some other cause unshown?
Oh yes, they find a woman's lips so dainty,
They tie themselves from one 'cause they'll have twenty.
The Poetry of George Wither | ||