Innocent paper, whom too cruell hand Did make the matter to avenge her yre, And ere she could thy cause wel understand, Did sacrifize unto the greedy fyre: Well worthy thou to have found better hyre Then so bad end, for hereticks ordayned: Yet heresy nor treason didst conspire, But plead thy maisters cause, unjustly payned: Whom she, all carelesse of his griefe, constrayned To utter forth the anguish of his hart: And would not heare, when he to her complayned The piteous passion of his dying smart. Yet live for ever, though against her will, And speake her good, though she requite it ill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIFFERENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS STILL, STILL WITH THEE by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE (WASHINGTON CITY, 1865) by WALT WHITMAN |