national poetry month, or something
This one is Alexander Pope,
whom i love dearly
even if he is a bit wordy.
Concerning a Certain Lady at Court
[or in my case, half of my friendship group]
i know the thing that's most uncommon,
Envy, be silent, and attend.
For I know a reasonable woman,
handsome and witty, yet a friend
Not warped by passion or awed by rumour,
not grave through pride or gay through folly.
An equal mixture of good humour,
and sensible soft melencholy.
"So has she no faults then?"Envy says, "sir"
Well yes she has one i must avere,
for when all the world conspired to praise her
the lady is deaf, and does not hear.
