Author Thomas Whythorne Now that the truth is triedOf things that be late past,I see, when all is spied,That words are but a blast, And promise great Is but a heatIf not performed at last. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments