Accused though I be without desert, Sith none can prove, believe it not for true; For never yet, since that you had my heart, Intended I to false or be untrue. Sooner I would of death sustain the smart Than break one word of that I promised you. Accept therefore my service in good part: None is alive that can ill tongues eschew. Hold them as false, and let not us depart Our friendship old in hope of any new. Put not thy trust in such as use to feign, Except thou mind to put thy friend to pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG VILLAGE IN LATE SUMMER by CARL SANDBURG HOOKS AND EYES by KAREN SWENSON |