Hadd not Pirythous to hell gone downe the faithe of Theseus hadd byne unknowne Nor Nisus by his ende hadd wonn renowne hadd not Euryalus bynne overthrowne The frindelye Pyllades hadd bynne concealde hadd he nott lovede Orestes in his Rage Nor Pythias fame so loude hadd bynn revealde butt that for hym Damon dyd lyffe engage Nor I false frynde hadd knowen thy fained hart had fortune never bent her browes on mee Butt for revenge off such thy vile desarte I onely wishe that happie day to see When I with good may recompence thy yll To shewe thy faulte, and trye me trusty still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN AIR AN' LIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES BRIEF LIFE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE DEAD BRONCHO-BUSTER by BERTON BRALEY THE GLORY OF GRAY by CHRISTINE F. BRONSON SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 31 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: ASTARTE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |