READE one, and say, tis good; I beare the name: Reade one, and say, tis ill; I beare the shame: If thou sayst, good, and think'st it too in heart, Sweetely farewell, no matter who thou art: If thou sayst meane, thou iudgest like a frend, I would be so, because I meane to mend: If thou sayst, ill, and doost in heart dispraise it, I yeeld not till I know a Wiseman saies it. Thus quit me, or condemne me, Ile not grudge, So that I know a foole be not my Iudge. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER PORTRAIT BY PICHER by FRANCES BAKER A SERIOUS REFLECTION ON HUMAN LIFE, SELECTION by HENRY BAKER |