From The Man Whom I Love, Though My Heart I Disguise,

From the man whom I love, though my heart I disguise,
I will freely describe the wretch I despise;
And, if he has sense but to balance a straw,
He will sure take a hint from the picture I draw.

A wit without sense, without fancy a beau,
Like a parrot he chatters, and struts like a crow;
A peacock in pride, in grimace a baboon,
In courage a hind, in conceit a Gascon.

As a vulture rapacious, in falsehood a fox,
Inconstant as waves, and unfeeling as rocks!
As a tiger ferocious, perverse as a hog,
In mischief an ape, and in fawning a dog.

In a word, to sum up all his talents together,
His heart is of lead, and his brain is of feather:
Yet, if he has sense but to balance a straw,
He will sure take a hint from the picture I draw.

by Tobias Smollett

Comments (5)

Ah, a well-known scenerio, Max. Like opening the mailbox in breathless anticipation........ EMPTY! But it's that unexpected comment or message that makes it all worth the effort. So, keep penning, and making the magic happen! Linda
Keep persevering through the disappointment. This too shall pass. dan
So true Max. And you do indeed turn words into gold. Hugs Anna xxx
maybe i'm understanding it wrong, but poets are like alchemists, they write poems and post it in here, the feeling of some one liking your work is undescribable. But even if know one notices your poem that doesn't mean that you should give up. We continue writing no matter what. All the best HBH
I don't know why Max but this piece made me sit back and chuckle. Thank you.