Said a Sov'reign to a Note, <br />In the pocket of my coat, <br />Where they met in a neat purse of leather, <br />"How happens it, I prithee, <br />That though I'm wedded with thee, <br />Fair Pound, we can never live together? <br /> <br />Like your sex, fond of change, <br />With silver you can range, <br />And of lots of young sixpences be mother; <br />While with me -- upon my word <br />Not my Lady and my Lord <br />Of W--stm--th see so little of each other!" <br /> <br />The indignant Note replied <br />(Lying crumpled by his side), <br />"Shame, shame, it is yourself that roam, Sir -- <br />One cannot look askance, <br />But, whip! you're off to France, <br />Leaving nothing but old rags at home, Sir. <br /> <br />Your scampering began from the moment Parson Van, <br />Poor man, made us one in Love's fetter; <br />"For better or for worse" <br />Is the usual marriage curse, <br />But ours is all "worse" and no "better." <br /> <br />In vain are laws pass'd, <br />There's nothing holds you fast <br />Tho' you know, sweet Sovereign, I adore you -- <br />At the smallest hint in life, <br />Your forsake your lawful wife, <br />As other Sovereigns did before you. <br /> <br />I flirt with Silver, true -- <br />But what can ladies do, <br />When disown'd by their natural protectors? <br />And as to falsehood, stuff! <br />I shall soon be false enough, <br />When I get among those wicked Bank Directors." <br /> <br />The Sovereign, smiling on her, <br />Now swore, upon his honour, <br />To be henceforth domestic and loyal; <br />But, within an hour or two, <br />Why -- I sold him to a Jew, <br />And he's now at No. 10, Palais Royal.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dialogue-between-a-sovereign-and-a-one-pound-not/
