NOW all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbours' eyes? Bred to a harder thing Than Triumph, turn away And like a laughing string Whereon mad fingers play Amid a place of stone, Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER FROM ITALY by JOSEPH ADDISON THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT GIVE HIM HIS DUE by LEVI BISHOP WASTE GROUND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A VILLANELLE OF COLLEGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |