Sir Walter Raleigh

(1552 - 1618 / Devon / England)

Poems of Sir Walter Raleigh

The Lie

Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

Say to the court, it glows
And shines like rotten wood;

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