PHILLIS, this pious talk give o'er, And modestly pretend no more; It is too plain an art; Surely you take me for a fool, And would by this prove me so dull, As not to know your heart. In vain you fancy to deceive, For truly I can ne'er believe But this is all a sham; Since any one may plainly see, You'd only save yourself with me, And with another damn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY OF APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT THE GULF by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 30 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LORDS' MASQUE: ENTHEUS SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION |