To rail or jest, ye know I use it not, Though that such cause sometime in folks I find, And though to change ye list to set your mind, Love it who list, in faith I like it not. And if ye were to me as ye are not, I would be loath to see you so unkind; But since your faith must needs be so, be kind. Though I hate it, I pray you leave it not. Things of great weight I never thought to crave: This is but small -- of right deny it not. Your feigning ways as yet forget them not, But like reward let other lovers have: That is to say, for service true and fast, Too long delays and changing at the last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE MOTHER TO SON by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD EPISTLE TO MRS. BLOUNT, WITH THE WORKS OF VOITURE by ALEXANDER POPE THE ORGAN GRINDER by RONALD WALKER BARR LA VILLE DU DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP |