Go, false one, now I see the cheat, Your love was all a counterfeit, And I was gull'd to think that you, Or any she, could long be true. How could you once so kind appear, To kiss, to sigh, and shed a tear. To cherish and caress me so, And now not let but bid me go? Oh Woman! Frailty is thy name, Since she's untrue y' are all to blame, And but in man no truth is found: 'Tis a fair sex, we all must love it, But (on my conscience) could we prove it, They all are false ev'n under ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISMUS ON THE PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP THE MASK OF ANARCHY; WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF MASSACRE AT MANCHESTER by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |