Thou hast no faith of him that hath none, But thou must love him needs by reason, For as sayeth a proverb notable, Each thing seeketh his semblable, And thou hast thine of thy condition. Yet is it not the thing I pass on; Nor hot nor cold is mine affection, For since thine heart is so mutable, Thou hast no faith. I thought thee true without exception, But I perceive I lacked discretion To fashion faith to words mutable; Thy thought is too light and variable, To change so oft without occasion, Thou hast no faith. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BREATH; TO THE WILLIAMSON BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING SATIRES: 51. UPON NOTHING by JOHN WILMOT MISTS by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG |