If thou misdoubt, as thou may'st well misdoubt, Because I'm now so wild, and vain withal, That should I speed, my love would quickly out, And I unto my old rebates would fall; O let the thought thereof no place obtain, But banish it, as enemy to good; Try me awhile before I reap the gain, Which so long wisht, hath so long been withstood; Try me, I say, and thou shalt me restore, For verjuice sweet'ned once, will sour no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARVEST MOON: 1914 by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY A VOICE PROPHETIC by WALT WHITMAN THE SONG OF THE DIAL by PETER AIREY WHITE FOR MOURNING by AL-FATA AL-KAFIF BENNINGTON by WILLIAM HENRY BABCOCK MONA LISA by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |