FLORENCE I hate for griping avarice, I hate Sienna's dull fatuity, I hate the Genoese mendacity, And Venice for its subtle treacheries. I hate Ferrara for its hidden vice, Lombards I hate for infidelity, Proud Naples for its monstrous vanity, The slothful Roman for his cowardice. I hate rebellious England, Scotland brave, The Frenchman rash and the Burgundian knave, The haughty Spaniard and the German sot. In short, I loathe some vice in every state, And my own imperfections too I hate; But hate a pedant most of all, I wot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON THE DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE CARPENTER by AMY BRUNER ALMY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 76. YA WALI by EDWIN ARNOLD |