Guilty, because I bad you late be wise, And to conceal your ulcers, did advise, You laugh when you are touched, and long before Any man else, you clap your hands, and roar, And cry good! good! This quite perverts my sense, And lies so far from wit, 'tis impudence. Believe it, Guilty, if you lose your shame, I'll lose my modesty, and tell your name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW ON EXPLORATION by JAMES GALVIN PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL GRIN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE SONNET: 57 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |