Question

And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth doth think to make itself
Divine by loving, and so goes on
Yawning and doting a whole summer long,
Till Miss’s comb is made a pearl tiara,
And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots;
Then Cleopatra lives at number seven,
And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.
Fools! if some passions high have warm’d the world,
If Queens and Soldiers have play’d deep for hearts,
It is no reason why such agonies
Should be more common than the growth of weeds.
Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
The Queen of Egypt melted, and I’ll say
That yu may love in spite of beaver hats.

Answer 1

Very nice work, Jaxson

Answer 2

thx

Answer 3

ofc

Answer 4

nice...

Answer 5

wait beaver hats?

Answer 6

I love the tone of this poem, kudos!!

Answer 7

Very nice, great job!