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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Dear, if I with guile would gild a true intent Last Line: But to find as fair as you. Subject(s): Truth; Flattery | |||
DEAR, if I with guile would gild a true intent Heaping flatt'ries that in heart were never meant: Easily could I then obtain What now in vain I force; Falsehood much doth gain, Truth yet holds the better course. Love forbid that through dissembling I should thrive, Or in praising you myself of truth deprive! Let not your high thoughts debase A simple truth in me: Great is Beauty's grace, Truth is yet as fair as she! Praise is but the wind of pride, if it exceeds; Wealth, prized in itself, no outward value needs. Fair you are, and passing fair; You know it, and 'tis true: Yet let none despair But to find as fair as you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MY VERY PARTICULAR FRIEND by MARIA ABDY THE PROFESSION OF FLATTERY by ANTIPHANES THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS AND HIS FLATTERER by ARISTOPHANES PSALM 58 (VERSION 2) by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LINES WRITTEN IN ROUSSEAU'S LETTERS OF AN ITALIAN NUN. by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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