PHILLIS, this pious talk give o'er, And modestly pretend no more; It is too plain an art; Surely you take me for a fool, And would by this prove me so dull, As not to know your heart. In vain you fancy to deceive, For truly I can ne'er believe But this is all a sham; Since any one may plainly see, You'd only save yourself with me, And with another damn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT CANADA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LEAVES A-VALLEN by WILLIAM BARNES |