Anne Kingsmill Finch
Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems
|81.||The Tradesman And The Scholar||1/1/2004|
|83.||The Unequal Fetters||1/3/2003|
|84.||The Wit And The Beau||1/1/2004|
|85.||The Young Rat And His Dam, The Cock And The Cat||1/1/2004|
|86.||There's No To-Morrow||4/16/2010|
|88.||To A Husband||1/3/2003|
|90.||To Edward Jenkinson, Esq||1/1/2004|
|91.||To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W||1/1/2004|
|93.||To The Nightingale||1/1/2004|
|94.||To The Painter Of An Ill-Drawn Picture Of Cleone||1/1/2004|
|95.||Trail All Your Pikes...||4/16/2010|
The Dog And His Master
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door
Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor;
But gave the Alarm, when any one drew nigh,
Nor let pretended Friends pass fearless by:
For which reprov'd, as better Fed than Taught,
He rightly thus expostulates the Fault.
To keep the House from Rascals was my Charge;
The Task was great, and the Commission large.
Nor did your Worship e'er declare your Mind,
That to the begging Crew it was confin'd;
Who shrink an Arm, or prop an able Knee,
Or turn up Eyes, till they're not seen, nor see.
To Thieves, ...
A Female Friend advis'd a Swain
(Whose Heart she wish'd at ease)
Make Love thy Pleasure, not thy Pain,
Nor let it deeply seize.
Beauty, where Vanities abound,
No serious Passion claims;
Then, 'till a Phoenix can be found,
Do not admit the Flames.