Find this Story

Print, a form you can hold

Wireless download to your Amazon Kindle

Look for a summary or analysis of this Poem.

Enjoy this? Share it!

His Confession
by [?]


Look how our foul days do exceed our fair;
And as our bad, more than our good works are,
E’en so those lines, pen’d by my wanton wit,
Treble the number of these good I’ve writ.
Things precious are least numerous: men are prone
To do ten bad for one good action.