Percy Bysshe Shelley - Lines To A Critic lyrics

[Published by Hunt in "The Liberal", No. 3, 1823. Reprinted in "Posthumous Poems", 1824, where it is dated December, 1817.] 1. Honey from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee? The gra** may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me. 2. Hate men who cant, and men who pray, And men who rail like thee; An equal pa**ion to repay They are not coy like me. 3. Or seek some slave of power and gold To be thy dear heart's mate; Thy love will move that bigot cold Sooner than me, thy hate. 4. A pa**ion like the one I prove Cannot divided be; I hate thy want of truth and love— How should I then hate thee? ***