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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad of women i love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate<br> Hid away in an oaken chest,<br>And a Franklin platter of ancient date<br> Beareth Amandy Baker's crest;<br>What times soever I've been their guest,<br> Says I to myself in an undertone:<br>"Of womenfolk, it must be confessed,<br> These do I love, and these alone."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Well, again, in the Nutmeg State,<br> Dorothy Pratt is richly blest<br>With a relic of art and a land effete--<br> A pitcher of glass that's cut, not pressed.<br>And a Washington teapot is possessed<br> Down in Pelham by Marthy Stone--<br>Think ye now that I say in jest<br> "These do I love, and these alone?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Were Hepsy Higgins inclined to mate,<br> Or Dorcas Eastman prone to invest<br>In Cupid's bonds, they could find their fate<br> In the bootless bard of Crockery Quest.<br>For they've heaps of trumpery--so have the rest<br> Of those spinsters whose ware I'd like to own;<br>You can see why I say with such certain zest,<br> "These do I love, and these alone."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a></strong></div>