Christian Milne (Кристиан Милн)

To a Lady Who Said It Was Sinful to Read Novels

To love these books, and harmless tea,
Has always been my foible,
Yet will I ne’er forgetful be
To read my Psalms and Bible.

Travels I like, and history too,
Or entertaining fiction;
Novels and plays I’d have a few,
If sense and proper diction.

I love a natural harmless song,
But I cannot sing like Handel;
Deprived of such resource, the tongue
Is sure employed — in scandal.

1. To a Very Imprudent Young Woman
2. Written on the Morning of the Communion Sabbath
3. The Sailor’s Adieu
4. When in Dread of My Husband’s Safety at Sea
5. The Inconstant Lover

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