Had I wist that now I wot For to have found that now I find, I would have done that I did not. But feigned faith did make me blind And by great oaths fixed in my mind His faith to be faithful to trust. The deed now proved, I find unjust. It is not the thing that I pass on. Of his faith though I had assurance, Of that no more I will trust on Than of a thing that lieth in balance. Truth laid apart falsed is. His maintenance, Ever double, never will be true. Rooted at the heart must needs continue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRANDMOTHER'S STORY OF BUNKER HILL BATTLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DRIFTING by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER A SONG FOR THE SINGLE TABLE ON NEW YEAR'S DAY by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |