Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEVER TOO LATE: ISABEL'S SONNET, THAT SHE MADE IN PRISON, by ROBERT GREENE Poet's Biography First Line: No storm so sharp to rent the little reed Last Line: And god makes open what the world doth blind. Subject(s): Lies; Prisons & Prisoners; Reeds; Truth; Convicts | ||||||||
NO storm so sharp to rent the little reed, For seld it breaks, though every way it bend; The fire may heat, but not consume the flint; The gold in furnace purer is indeed; Report, that seld to honour is a friend, May many lies against true meaning mint, But yet at last 'Gainst slander's blast Truth doth the silly sackless soul defend. Though false reproach seeks honour to distain, And envy bites the bud though ne'er so pure; Though lust doth seek to blemish chaste desire, Yet truth that brooks not falsehood's slanderous stain, Nor can the spite of envy's wrath endure, Will try true love from lust in justice' fire, And, maugre all, Will free from thrall The guiltless soul that keeps his footing sure. Where innocence triúmpheth in her prime, And guilt cannot approach the honest mind; Where chaste intent is free from any 'miss, Though envy strive, yet secret-searching time With piercing insight will the truth outfind, And make discovery who the guilty is; For time still tries The truth from lies, And God makes open what the world doth blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECULAR GAMES by RICHARD HOWARD WHAT DID YOU SEE? by FANNY HOWE JULIA TUTWILER STATE PRISON FOR WOMEN by ANDREW HUDGINS BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN WORK IN PROGRESS by CHARLES MARTIN THE SUBCULTURE OF THE WRONGLY ACCUSED by THYLIAS MOSS A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE |
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