No flattering praises daub my stone,
My frailties and my faults to hide;
My faults and failings all are known—
I liv'd in sin—in sin I died.
And oh! condemn me not, I pray,
You who my sad confession view;
But ask your soul, if it can say,
That I'm a viler man than you.
More verses by John Clare
- In Summer Showers A Skreeking Noise Is Heard
- The Badger
- Mouse's Nest
- The Lout
- The Lass With The Delicate Air