Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 5. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE FIRST EPIGRAM, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lockly spits apace, the rheum he calls it Last Line: Tis no humour hurts, it is thy humour. Subject(s): Illness | ||||||||
Lockly spits apace, the rheum he calls it, But no drop (though often urged) he straineth From his thirsty jaws, yet all the morning And all day he spits, in ev'ry corner; At his meals he spits, at ev'ry meeting; At the bar he spits before the fathers; In the court he spits before the graces; In the church he spits, thus all profaning With that rude disease, that empty spitting: Yet no cost he spares, he sees the doctors, Keeps a strict diet, precisely useth Drinks and baths drying, yet all prevails not. 'Tis not China (Lockly), Salsa Guacum, Nor dry Sassafras can help, or ease thee; 'Tis no humour hurts, it is thy humour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL AFTERNOON AT MACDOWELL by JANE KENYON HAVING IT OUT WITH MELANCHOLY by JANE KENYON SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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