Author Henry Carey Prithee, Billy, Ben't so silly Thus to waste thy days in grief; You say Betty Will not let you, But can sorrow give relief? Leave repining, Cease your whining, Pox on torment, grief and woe; If she's tender She'll surrender, If she's tough—e'en let her go. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments