READE if you will: And if you will not chuse, My booke (Sir) shall be read though you refuse: But if you doe, I pray commend my wit, For, by my faith, 'tis first that ere I writ. Who reades and not commends, it is a rule To hold him very wise, or very foole. But whosoere commends, and doth not reede, What ere the other is, he's a foole indeede: But who doth neither reade nor yet commend, God speed him well; his labour's at an end. But reade, or praise, or not, or how it pas, I rest your honest, carelesse friend | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE HILL WIFE: LONELINESS by ROBERT FROST THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR by THOMAS HARDY MODERN LOVE: 34 by GEORGE MEREDITH ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON |