Love

You May or You May Not Believe

by Walter Savage Landor 1775–1864

From Works and Life, ed. Forster, vol. VIII (1876)

Love

You may or you may not believe
That soldiers have been known to thieve:
The question is not settled well
By what I am about to tell.
Frederick the Great was reigning, when
One of the bravest of his men
Before his majesty was call'd
By two grave priests, and sore appall'd;
For, in despite of every care, he
Took jewels from the Virgin Mary;
And on his person stow'd the same
Where she would never look, for shame.
So thought he; but each wily priest
W ould search the wicked knave undrest.
Down dropt the jewels. When they both
Told the same tale, the king, tho' loth
To hang him, very justly said,
" To-morrow, I am much afraid,
The soldier, thus accused, must bleed . .
Without your pardon."
No indeed,"
' said the king,
You, as true Catholics, will own
Mary can favour anyone."
"Beyond a doubt."
"And sometimes does it
Where no man ever could suppose it.
The Virgin may have bow'd from heaven,
And what he took she may have given:
For ladies always love the brave,
And Mary is the maid to save.
I can but order that no suitor
Accept from her such gifts in future."

MLA

Landor, Walter Savage. “You May or You May Not Believe.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/482/.

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Landor, Walter Savage. “You May or You May Not Believe.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/landor/482/.

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