Why, Mistress Chloe, do you bother <br />With prattlings and with vain ado <br />Your worthy and industrious mother, <br />Eschewing them that come to woo? <br /> <br />Oh, that the awful truth might quicken <br />This stern conviction to your breast: <br />You are no longer now a chicken <br />Too young to quit the parent nest. <br /> <br />So put aside your froward carriage, <br />And fix your thoughts, whilst yet there's time, <br />Upon the righteousness of marriage <br />With some such godly man as I'm.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-paraphrase-by-dr-i-w/
