WHAT Shakspeare said of lovers, might apply To all the world -- "'Tis well they do not see The pretty follies that themselves commit." Could we but turn upon ourselves the eyes With which we look on others, life would pass In one perpetual blush and smile. The smile, how bitter! -- for 'tis scorn's worst task To scorn ourselves; and yet we could not choose But mock our actions, all we say or do, If we but saw them as we others see. Life's best repose is blindness to itself. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN DAMON THE MOWER by ANDREW MARVELL THE PROSPECTOR by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS by LUCY AIKEN |