The fruit be bitter that you hold in hand;
I know, for it was mine an hour before.
And will you taste it, sweet? Is your demand
More potent to obtain than were a score
Of pleadings on my part? I know the taste
This is (hopefully) the first pair of poems in a series on the Seven Deadly Sins and the virtues opposed to them. Ehhhrrrr . . . enjoy?
It's true the truth would little flatter me, But still I loathe my half-true hidden state, For fear that my acquaintances might see Some stains upon my soul, nor care how great