Who would have ever thought A heart that was so set, To have such wrong me wrought Or to be counterfeit? But who that trusteth the most Is like to pay the cost. I must of force, God wot, This painful life sustain; And yet I know not The chief cause of my pain; This is a strange disease: To serve and never please. I must of force endure This draught drawn awry, For I am fast and sure To have the mate thereby; But note I will this text, To draw better the next. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA A SOUTHERN NIGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD |