UPON A FAVOUR OFFERED
by: William Walsh (1663-1708)
- AELIA, too late you would repent:
- The off'ring all your store
- Is not but like a pardon sent
- To one that's dead before.
- While at the first you cruel proved,
- And grant the bliss too late,
- You hindered me of one I loved
- To give me one I hate.
- I thought you innocent as fair
- When first my court I made;
- But when your falsehoods plain appear
- My love no longer stayed.
- Your bounty of those favours shown,
- Whose worth you first deface,
- Is melting valued metals down
- And giving us the brass.
- Oh since the thing we beg's a toy
- That's prized by love alone,
- Why cannot women grant the joy
- Before our love is gone?
POEMS BY WILLIAM WALSH
"Upon a Favour Offered"
is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New
York: Crown Publishers, 1921.