RESPECT my faith, regard my service past; The hope you winged call home to you at last. Great price it is that I in you shall gain, So great for you hath been my loss and pain. My wits I spent and time for you alone, Observing you and losing all for one. Some raised to rich estates in this time are, That held their hopes to mine, inferior far: Such, scoffing me, or pitying me, say thus, 'Had he not loved, he might have lived like us.' O then, dear sweet, for love and pity's sake My faith reward and from me scandal take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 71 by OMAR KHAYYAM FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING |