To thee, my way in epigrams seems new, When both it is the old way, and the true. Thou say'st, that cannot be: for thou hast seen Davies, and Weever, and the best have been, And mine come nothing like. I hope so. Yet, As theirs did with thee, mine might credit get: If thou'ld'st but use thy faith, as thou didst then, When thou wert wont t'admire, not censure men. Prithee believe still, and not judge so fast, Thy faith is all the knowledge that thou hast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY SONNET: 5 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE |