Accused though I be without desert, Sith none can prove, believe it not for true; For never yet, since that you had my heart, Intended I to false or be untrue. Sooner I would of death sustain the smart Than break one word of that I promised you. Accept therefore my service in good part: None is alive that can ill tongues eschew. Hold them as false, and let not us depart Our friendship old in hope of any new. Put not thy trust in such as use to feign, Except thou mind to put thy friend to pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER DILEMMA; IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON MESSIAH; A SACRED ECLOGUE IN IMITATION OF VIRGIL'S POLLIO by ALEXANDER POPE TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN |