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: Scroggam, My Dearie: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December : by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Toadeater: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry: by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday. by Robert Burns
• Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie: by Robert Burns

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