Author Anonymous Women are books, and men the readers be, In whom oft times they great Errata see; Here sometimes we a blot there we espy A leaf misplac'd, at least a line awry; If they are books, I wish that my wife were An almanack, to change her every year. Tags Short 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