'MAIDS are simple', some men say, 'They, forsooth, will trust no men.' But should they men's wills obey, Maids were very simple then. Truth, a rare flower now is grown, Few men wear it in their hearts; Lovers are more easily known By their follies than deserts. Safer may we credit give To a faithless wandering Jew Than a young man's vows believe When he swears his love is true. Love they make a poor blind child, But let none trust such as he: Rather than to be beguiled, Ever let me simple be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH |