Chapter: English Literature During The Restoration And The Eighteenth Century
John Dryden wrote a lot of poetry, and he wrote a lot about poetry. Neither bodies of work are particular interesting to me. My "History of Literary Criticism" class was boring beyond all reason, despite being taught by my favorite professor at ASU. That should tell you something about how interesting I find the works of John Dryden.
In any event, this poem is only two stanzas long, so you might as well just read it with the below link. The gist, though, is "Hey, baby, why can't I be allowed to bang someone else? It's not like we love each other anyway. I'm withering on the vine, here!" This was, of course, from an age when divorce was really, really, really frowned upon. You were kinda stuck with whoever you married, so you could only hope to choose wisely.
I get the impression that most guys didn't.
Author: John Dryden • • Year: 1673 • Source:Poem Hunter