Each man me telleth I change most my devise, And on my faith me think it good reason To change propose like after the season, For in every case to keep still one guise Is meet for them that would be taken wise, And I am not of such manner condition But treated after a diverse fashion, And thereupon my diverseness doth rise. But you that blame this diverseness most, Change you no more, but still after one rate Treat ye me well, and keep ye in the same state, And while with me doth dwell this wearied ghost My word nor I shall not be variable, But always one your own both firm and stable. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVERS HOW THEY COME AND PART by ROBERT HERRICK IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) CHOPIN'S NOCTURNE IN G MINOR by ARLO BATES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 25, ASKING FOR HER HEART (3) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CHIVALRY OF THE SEA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CRADLE SONG by PAULINE FRANCES CAMP |