Can a maid that is well bred, <br />Hath a blush so lovely red, <br />Modest looks, wise, mild, discreet, <br />And a nature passing sweet, <br />Break her promise, untrue prove, <br />On a sudden change her love, <br />Or be won e'er to neglect <br />Him to whom she vow'd respect? <br /> <br />Such a maid, alas, I know. <br />Oh that weeds 'mongst corn should grow, <br />Or a rose should prickles have, <br />Wounding where she ought to save! <br />I that did her parts extol, <br />Will my lavish tongue control. <br />Outward parts do blind the eyes, <br />Gall in golden pills oft lies. <br /> <br />Reason wake, and sleep no more, <br />Land upon some safer shore; <br />Think on her and be afraid <br />Of a faithless fickle maid. <br />Of a faithless flckle maid <br />Thus true love is still betray'd. <br />Yet it is some ease to sing <br />That a maid is light of wing.<br /><br />Martin Peerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-a-maid-that-is-well-bred/
