CUPID one day ask'd his Mother,
When she meant that he shou'd Wed?
You're too Young, my Boy, she said:
Nor has Nature made another
Fit to match with Cupid's Bed.


Cupid then her Sight directed
To a lately Wedded Pair;
Where Himself the Match effected;
They as Youthful, they as Fair.


Having by Example carry'd
This first Point in the Dispute;
WORSELEY next he said's not Marry'd:
Her's with Cupid's Charms may suit

(C) Anne Kingsmill Finch
03/18/2017


Best Poems of Anne Kingsmill Finch

• The Change
• Hope
• Fragment At Tunbridge-wells
• Love, Death, And Reputation
• An Invitation To Dafnis
• On The Death Of The Honourable Mr. James Thynne
• A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven
• To Edward Jenkinson, Esq
• Fanscomb Barn
• To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture Of Cleone
• From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso
• The Appology
• The Hog, The Sheep, And Goat, Carrying To A Fair
• To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W
• The Equipage
• The Atheist And The Acorn
• An Epistle From A Gentleman To Madam Deshouliers
• The Introduction