Each man me telleth I change most my devise, And on my faith me think it good reason To change propose like after the season, For in every case to keep still one guise Is meet for them that would be taken wise, And I am not of such manner condition But treated after a diverse fashion, And thereupon my diverseness doth rise. But you that blame this diverseness most, Change you no more, but still after one rate Treat ye me well, and keep ye in the same state, And while with me doth dwell this wearied ghost My word nor I shall not be variable, But always one your own both firm and stable. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER |