A maidenhead, the virgin's trouble Is well-compare-d to a bubbleon a navigable river Soon 'tis touched t'is gone forever

John Clare
A maidenhead, the virgin's trouble Is well-compare-d to a bubbleon...
A maidenhead, the virgin's trouble Is well-compare-d to a bubbleon...
A maidenhead, the virgin's trouble Is well-compare-d to a bubbleon...
A maidenhead, the virgin's trouble Is well-compare-d to a bubbleon...
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The virgin's trouble? Is well-compare-d to a bubble on a navigable river. Soon 'tis touched - "It breaks, it goes." T'is gone forever. The virgin's trouble is soon compared to a bubble on a navigable river. The maidenhead has become like a bubble on a river, and it will pop the moment it touches the water. It is like a time bomb waiting to go off.

Source: Selected Poems And Prose Of John Clare

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