Such is the course that nature's kind hath wrought, That snakes have time to cast away their stings. Ainst chained prisoners what need defense be sought? The fierce lion will hurt no yelden things. Why should such spite be nursed then in thy thought, Sith all these powers are pressed under thy wings And eke thou seest, and reason thee hath taught, What mischief malice many ways it brings? Consider eke that spite availeth naught: Therefore this song thy fault to thee it sings. Displease thee not for saying thus my thought, Nor hate thou him from whom no hate forth springs, Nor furies that in hell be execrable, For that they hate, are made most miserable. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |