'MAIDS are simple', some men say, 'They, forsooth, will trust no men.' But should they men's wills obey, Maids were very simple then. Truth, a rare flower now is grown, Few men wear it in their hearts; Lovers are more easily known By their follies than deserts. Safer may we credit give To a faithless wandering Jew Than a young man's vows believe When he swears his love is true. Love they make a poor blind child, But let none trust such as he: Rather than to be beguiled, Ever let me simple be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM |