Martin Peerson

(1571-1651 / England)

Martin Peerson Poems

1. Upon My Lap My Sovereign Sits 1/3/2003
2. Can A Maid That Is Well Bred 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Martin Peerson

Can A Maid That Is Well Bred

Can a maid that is well bred,
Hath a blush so lovely red,
Modest looks, wise, mild, discreet,
And a nature passing sweet,
Break her promise, untrue prove,
On a sudden change her love,
Or be won e'er to neglect
Him to whom she vow'd respect?

Such a maid, alas, I know.
Oh that weeds 'mongst corn should grow,
Or a rose should prickles have,
Wounding where she ought to save!
I that did her parts extol,
Will my lavish tongue control.
Outward parts do blind the eyes,
Gall in golden pills oft lies.

Reason wake, and sleep no more,
Land upon ...

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