To Certain Critics
Then call me traitor if you must,
Shout reason and default
Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this vault
I'll bear your censure as your praise,
Then call me traitor if you must,
Shout reason and default
Say I betray a sacred trust Aching beyond this vault
I'll bear your censure as your praise,
A certain man wishes to be a
Of this earth; he also wants to beA saint and master of the being-world
Conscience cannot exist in the first:
The second cannot exist without conscience
Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little friend of mine,
I never knew
All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise
I know a thing that's most uncommon; (Envy, be silent and attend
)I know a reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, yet a Friend
Not warp'd by Passion, awed by Rumour; Not grave through Pride, nor gay through Folly,
An equal Mixture of...