By Heaven 'tis false, I am not vain; And rather would the subject be Of your indifference, or disdain, Than wit or raillery. Take back the trifling praise you give, And pass it on some other fool, Who may the injuring wit believe, That turns her into ridicule. Tell her, she's witty, fair, and gay, With all the charms that can subdue: Perhaps she'll credit what you say; But curse me if I do. If your diversion you design, On my good-nature you have prest: Or if you do intend it mine, You have mistook the jest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG TO A YOUNG LADY; WHO ... REPROACHED FOR TAKING LONG WALKS IN COUNTRY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SPANISH WINGS: SENOR by H. BABCOCK THE ALBION QUEENS, ACT 1: THE WONDER by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) GRANDSER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |