Abortive Love is half a sin;
But Love's abortions dearer far
Than wheels without an axle-pin
Or life without a married star.
My rules are hard to understand
For him whom sensual rules depress;
A bandbox in a midwife's hand
May hold a costlier bridal dress.
“I like her not; in fact I loathe;
Bugs hath she brought from London beds.”
Friend! wouldst thou rather bear their growth
Or have a baby with two heads?