Author John Nott Lesbia rails without ceasing at me the whole day; And yet, hang me, if Lesbia don't love me sincerely:“How d'you know it?” you cry;—why, 'tis just my own way; Tho' I rail without ceasing, I still love her dearly! 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