Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which prove more short than waste or ruining? Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent, For compound sweet forgoing simple savour, Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? No, let me be obsequious in thy heart, And take thou my oblation, poor but free, Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art, But mutual render, only me for thee. Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul When most impeach'd stands least in thy control. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES GIVE ME THY HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER DESERT by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON TO DR. PRIESTLEY. DEC. 29, 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 18 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT VERSES WRITTEN UNDER FERGUSSON'S PORTRAIT by ROBERT BURNS FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 1 by JOHN BYROM |