Quote#Art
My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few
Quote byPercy Bysshe Shelley · 1792–1822
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Epipsychidion (1821), Dedication.
English (original)
My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few Who fitly shalt conceive thy reasoning, Of such hard matter dost thou entertain; Whence, if by misadventure, chance should bring Thee to base company (as chance may do), Quite unaware of what thou dost contain, I prithee, comfort thy sweet self again, My last delight! tell them that they are dull, And bid them own that thou art beautiful.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
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