DEAR, if I with guile would gild a true intent Heaping flatt'ries that in heart were never meant: Easily could I then obtain What now in vain I force; Falsehood much doth gain, Truth yet holds the better course. Love forbid that through dissembling I should thrive, Or in praising you myself of truth deprive! Let not your high thoughts debase A simple truth in me: Great is Beauty's grace, Truth is yet as fair as she! Praise is but the wind of pride, if it exceeds; Wealth, prized in itself, no outward value needs. Fair you are, and passing fair; You know it, and 'tis true: Yet let none despair But to find as fair as you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY IN HOSPITAL: 28. DISCHARGED by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY BROODING GRIEF by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON SONNET TO NIGHT by JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD T.T. IN COMMENDATION OF THE AUTHOR HIS WORKE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |