Dyd not Dame @3Seres@1 tell to you? nor fame unto you shew? What sturdi storms have bin abrod and who hath playd the shrew. I thought the Goddesse in your feelds had helped with your crop: Or els that fame til you had knowne, her trump would never stop. But sith I se their silentnesse, I cease the same to write: Least I therfore might be condemd to do it for a spite. But this I wish that you my frind go chuse some vertues wife: With whom in feare of God do spend, the residue of your lyfe For whylst you are in single state none hath that right regard: They think all wel that they can win, and compt it their reward. With sorow I to oft have seene, when some wold fleece you much And oft in writting wolde I say good friend beware of such. But all my wordes they weare as wind my labouryll was spent: And in the end for my good wil, most cruelly was shent. Yf I were boxt and buffeted, good wyll shall never cease: Nor hand, nor tong, shal so be charmd to make me holde my peace. Wherfore I warne you once againe be warie of your selfe: For some have sworne to lyke you well so long as you have pelfe, Yf warnings styll you do reject, to late your selfe shal rew: Do as you lyst, I wish you well, and so I say adewe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY AUTUMN WOODS by ANNA M. ACKERMANN THE COMPLAINT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY MEMORY OF THE FAIREST AND MOST VIRTUOUS LADY by WILLIAM BOSWORTH EPIGRAM ON MISS DAVIES; LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW AT MOFFAT INN by ROBERT BURNS |