The Works of Lord Byron (ed. Coleridge, Prothero)/Poetry/Volume 1/Reply to some Verses of J. M. B. Pigot, Esq., on the Cruelty of his Mistress
REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J. M. B. PIGOT, ESQ., ON THE CRUELTY OF HIS MISTRESS.
Why, Pigot, complain
Would you teach her to love?
For such are the airs
Dissemble your pain,
If still, from false pride,
For me, I adore
No longer repine,
Then quit her, my friend!
October 27, 1806.
- [The letters "C. B. F. J. B. M." are added, in a lady's hand, in the annotated copy of P. on V. Occasions, p. 14 (British Museum).]
- But believe me.—[4to]
- But a partial.—[4to]
- Nor seem.—[4to. P. on V. Occasions.]
- But if from false pride.—[4to]
- But form this design.—[4to]
- Byron, October 27, 1806.—[4to]