Thou hast no faith of him that hath none, But thou must love him needs by reason, For as sayeth a proverb notable, Each thing seeketh his semblable, And thou hast thine of thy condition. Yet is it not the thing I pass on; Nor hot nor cold is mine affection, For since thine heart is so mutable, Thou hast no faith. I thought thee true without exception, But I perceive I lacked discretion To fashion faith to words mutable; Thy thought is too light and variable, To change so oft without occasion, Thou hast no faith. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 5. ON LOVE OF PRAISE by MARK AKENSIDE BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR THREE STEPS by KATHARINE LEE BATES ELEGIAC SONNET TO A MOPSTICK by WILLIAM BECKFORD |