Look how our foule Dayes do exceed our faire; And as our bad, more then our good Works are: Ev'n so those Lines, pen'd by my wanton Wit, Treble the number of these good I've writ. Things precious are least num'rous: Men are prone To do ten Bad, for one Good Action. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE CITY: 2. THE CITY by STIRLING BOWEN A LETTER TO HER HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET GOD KNOWETH by MARY GARDNER BRAINARD OUR PRISONERS OF WAR IN GERMANY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |