Not Fair

‘T IS very true, I thought you once as fair

As women in th’ idea are;*

Whatever here seems beauteous, seem’d to be

But a faint metaphor of thee:

But then, methoughts, there something shin’d within,

Which casts this lustre o’er thy skin;

Nor could I choose but count it the sun’s light,

Which made this cloud appear so bright.

But, since I knew thy falsehood and thy pride,

And all thy thousand faults beside,

A very Moor, methinks, plac’d near to thee,

White as his teeth would seem to be.

So men (they say) by hell’s delusions led,

Have ta’en a succubus to their bed;

Believe it fair, and themselves happy call,

Till the cleft foot discovers all:

Then they start from ‘t, half ghosts themselves with fear;

And devil, as ‘t is, doth appear.

So, since against my will I found thee foul,

Deform’d and crooked in thy soul,

My reason straight did to my senses shew,

That they might be mistaken too:

Nay, when the world but knows how false you are,

There’s not a man will think you fair;

Thy shape will monstrous in their fancies be,

They’ll call their eyes as false as thee.

Be what thou wilt, hate will present thee so,

As Puritans do the Pope, and Papists Luther do.

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• Robert Burns: Verses To Collector Mitchell : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Jockey’s Taen The Parting Kiss: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Mally’s Meek, Mally’s Sweet: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Crowdie Ever Mair: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: News, Lassies, News: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Wren’s Nest: Fragment by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Leezie Lindsay: Fragment by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Inscription: Written on the blank leaf of a copy of the last edition of my poems, presented to the Lady whom, in so many fictitious reveries of passion, but with the most ardent sentiments of real friendship, I have so often sung under the name of-“Chloris.” by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: O That’s The Lassie O’ My Heart : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: O Bonie Was Yon Rosy Brier: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: This Is No My Ain Lassie: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Braw Wooer: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Why, Why Tell The Lover: Fragment, by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Their Groves O’Sweet Myrtle : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E’e: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Mark Yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: How Cruel Are The Parents: Altered from an old English song. tune-“John Anderson, my jo.” by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: On Chloris Being Ill: by Robert Burns

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