English Poetry. Mary Wortley Montagu. Song – Rondeau. Мэри Уортли Монтегю.

Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю)

Song – Rondeau

Finish these langours! Oh! I'm sick
Of dying airs, I know the trick;
Long since I've learn'd to well explain
Th'unmeaning cant of fire and pain,
And see through all the senseless lies
Of burning darts from killing eyes;
I'm tir'd with this continual rout
Of bowing low and leading out.
Finish, &c.
Finish this tedious dangling trade,
By which so many fools are made;
For fools they are, whom you can please
By such affected airs as these:
At opera near my box to stand,
And slyly press the given hand,
Thus may you wait whole years in vain;
But sure you would, were you in pain.

Mary Wortley Montagu’s other poems:

1. Town Eclogues: Wednesday; the Tête à Tête
2. To Mr. ——
3. Town Eclogues: Thursday; the Bassette-Table
4. An Elegy on Mrs. Thompson
5. Epilogue to Mary Queen of Scots

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