Cou'd we stop the time that's flying <br />Or recall itt when 'tis past <br />Put far off the day of Dying <br />Or make Youth for ever last <br />To Love wou'd then be worth our cost. <br /> <br />But since we must loose those Graces <br />Which at first your hearts have wonne <br />And you seek for in new Faces <br />When our Spring of Life is done <br />It wou'd but urdge our ruine on <br /> <br />Free as Nature's first intention <br />Was to make us, I'll be found <br />Nor by subtle Man's invention <br />Yeild to be in Fetters bound <br />By one that walks a freer round. <br /> <br />Mariage does but slightly tye Men <br />Whil'st close Pris'ners we remain <br />They the larger Slaves of Hymen <br />Still are begging Love again <br />At the full length of all their chain.<br /><br />Anne Kingsmill Finch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unequal-fetters/
