BLACK CAT POEMS
html website builder
Pious Selinda Goes to Prayers
Pious Selinda goes to
If I but ask the favour;
And yet the tender fool's in tears,
When she believes I'll leave her.
Would I were free from this restraint,
Or else had hopes to win her;
Would she could make of me a saint,
Or I of her a sinner.
poems by William Congreve