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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Maids are simple, some men say
Last Line: Ever let me simple be.
First Line: Maids are simple, some men say
Last Line: Ever let me simple be.
'MAIDS are simple', some men say,
'They, forsooth, will trust no men.'
But should they men's wills obey,
Maids were very simple then.
Truth, a rare flower now is grown,
Few men wear it in their hearts;
Lovers are more easily known
By their follies than deserts.
Safer may we credit give
To a faithless wandering Jew
Than a young man's vows believe
When he swears his love is true.
Love they make a poor blind child,
But let none trust such as he:
Rather than to be beguiled,
Ever let me simple be.
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