poliphilo | The Lady Contemplates Resistance, 1643

The Lady Contemplates Resistance

1643

My cousin has come, he pickets the house.

(The king brought this trouble upon us all.)

Shall I have my followers fire on him

And have the house wrecked? When we cousins were small

He dropped ripe peaches into my skirts.

No, I shall curtsey him into the hall

And there we’ll have someone sing us a song.

This way there’ll be peaches along the wall

For my child to pick in the years to come

And hand out freely when cousins call.

My cousin has come, he pickets the house.
(The king brought this trouble upon us all.)

I love how much that sounds like the refrain of a ballad.