Hap by Thomas Hardy

Hap was published just a few years after The Origin of Species was published. It was a time when the whole world was having a crisis of their beliefs. In this piece Hardy wishes to believe one thing but realizes that if he's honest with himself he must reach another conclusion.

Hap
by Thomas Hardy

If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"

Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.

But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
--Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan. . . .
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

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Of the Feigned Friend by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Of the Feigned Friend
by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Right true it is, and said full yore ago:
Take heed of him, that by the back thee claweth.
For, none is worse, than is a friendly foe.
Though he seem good, all thing that thee delighteth,
Yet know it well, that in thy bosom creepeth.
For, many a man such fire oft times he kindleth:
That with the blaze his beard himself he singeth.

The Lie by Walter Raleigh

The Lie.
by Walter Raleigh

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, Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting, by others' action; Not lov'd unless they give; Not strong, but by affection. If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie. Tell men of high condition, That manage the estate, Their purpose is ambition; Their practice only hate. And if they once reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell them that brave it most, They beg for more by spending, Who in their greatest cost Like nothing but commending. And if they make reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it wants devotion; Tell love it is but lust; Tell time it meets but motion; Tell flesh it is but dust: And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie. Tell age it daily wasteth; Tell honour how it alters; Tell beauty how she blasteth; Tell favour how it falters: And as they shall reply, Give every one the lie. Tell wit how much it wrangles In fickle points of niceness; Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in over-wiseness: And when they do reply, Straight give them both the lie. Tell physic of her boldness; Tell skill it is prevention; Tell charity of coldness; Tell law it is contention: And as they do reply, So give them still the lie. Tell fortune of her blindness; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming. If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth; Tell manhood, shakes off pity; Tell virtue, least preferred. And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing; Because to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing: Stab at thee, he that will, No stab thy soul can kill!