I Paint so ill, my peece had need to bee Painted againe by some good Poesie. I write so ill, my slender Line is scarce So much as th' Picture of a well-lim'd verse. Yet may the love I send be true, though I Send nor true Picture, nor true Poesie: Both which away, I should not need to feare, My Love, or Feign'd or painted should appeare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 59. AL-MUBDI by EDWIN ARNOLD A TOMB BY THE SEA by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A LOFTY MIND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |