For his mind, I do not care, That's a toy, that I could spare: Let his title be but great, His clothes rich, and band sit neat, Himself young, and face be good, All I wish is understood. What you please, you parts may call, 'Tis one good part I'd lie withal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SMILE AS SMALL AS MINE by EMILY DICKINSON A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD ON THE SLAIN COLLEGIANS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE SETTLER: AMERICA IN THE MAKING by ALFRED BILLINGS STREET THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO HIS LATE MAJESTY, CONCERNING..TRUE FORM OF ENGLISH POETRY by JOHN BEAUMONT THE TREE TOAD by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 33 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |