Full well it may be seen To such as understand, How some there be that ween They have their wealth at hand: Through love's abused band But little do they see The abuse wherein they be. Of love there is a kind Which kindleth by abuse, As in a feeble mind Whom fancy may induce By love's deceitful use To follow the fond lust And proof of a vain trust. As I myself may say, By trial of the same, No wight can well bewray The falsehood love can frame. I say, twixt grief and game, There is no living man That knows the craft love can. For love so well can feign To favour for the while That such as seeks the gain Are served with the guile, And some can this concile To give the simple leave Themselves for to deceive. What thing may more declare Of love the crafty kind, Than see the wise, so ware, In love to be so blind? If so it be assign'd, Let them enjoy the gain That thinks it worth the pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY |