READE if you will: And if you will not chuse, My booke (Sir) shall be read though you refuse: But if you doe, I pray commend my wit, For, by my faith, 'tis first that ere I writ. Who reades and not commends, it is a rule To hold him very wise, or very foole. But whosoere commends, and doth not reede, What ere the other is, he's a foole indeede: But who doth neither reade nor yet commend, God speed him well; his labour's at an end. But reade, or praise, or not, or how it pas, I rest your honest, carelesse friend | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL |