True to your self, and sheets, you'l have me swear, You shall; if righteous dealing I find there. Do not you fall through frailty; Ile be sure To keep my Bond still free from forfeiture. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS AGAINST THEM WHO LAY UNCHASTITY TO THE SEX OF WOMAN by WILLIAM HABINGTON MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SHILOH; A REQUIEM by HERMAN MELVILLE CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE LOVE LIES BLEEDING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH |