Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A POETICALL REVENGE, by ABRAHAM COWLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Westminster-hall a friend and I agreed Last Line: Spleene, and another ignoramus make. | ||||||||
WEstminster-Hall a friend and I agreed To meet in; hee (some busines 'twas did breed His absence) came not there; I up did goe, To the next Court; for though I could not know Much what they ment, yet I might see and heare (As most spectators doe at Theater) Things very strange; Fortune did seeme to grace My coming there, and helpt me to a place. But being newly setled at the sport, A Semy-gentleman of th' Innes of Court In a Sattin suite, redeem'd but yesterday; One who is ravish't with a Cockpit play, Who prayes God to deliver him from no evill Besides a Taylor's bill, and feares no Devill Besides a Serjeant, thrust mee from my seate; At which I gan to quarrell, till a neate Man in a ruffe, (whome therefore I did take For Barrister) open'd his mouth and spake, Boy get you gon, this is no schoole; Oh no: For if it were, all you gown'd men would goe Vp for false Lattin: they grew straight to bee Incenst, I feard they would have brought on mee An Action of Trespasse, till th' young man Aforesaid in the Sattin suite, began To strike mee; doubtlesse there had beene a fray, Had not I providently skipp'd away Without replying; for to scould is ill Where every tongue's the clapper of a Mill, And can outsound Homer's Gradivus; so Away got I: but ere I farre did goe, I flung (the Darts of wounding Poetrie) These two or three sharpe curses backe; may hee Bee by his Father in his study tooke At Shakespeare's Playes, instead of my L. Cooke. May hee (though all his writings grow as soone As Butters' out of estimation) Get him a Poet's name, and so nere come Into a Sergeant's, or dead Iudge's roome. May he (for 'tis sinne in a Lawyer) True Latin use to speake, even at the Barre; May he become some poore Physitian's prey, Who keepes men with that conscience in delay As he his Clyents doth, till his health bee As farre-fetch'd as a Greeke Nowne's pedigree, Nay, for all that, may the disease bee gone Never but in the long Vacation. May Neighbours use all quarrels to decide; But if for Law any to London ride, Of all those Clyents may no one be his, Vnlesse he come in Forma Pauperis. Grant this you Gods, that favour Poetry, That so at last these ceaselesse tongues may be Brought into reformation, and not dare To quarrell with a threadbare black, but spare Them who beare Schollers' names, lest some one take Spleene, and another Ignoramus make. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY ON THE DEATH OF MR. CRASHAW by ABRAHAM COWLEY ON THE DEATH OF MR. WILLIAM HERVEY by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE CHRONICLE; A BALLAD by ABRAHAM COWLEY TO HIS MISTRESS by ABRAHAM COWLEY A DEDICATORY ELEGY TO THE ... UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE by ABRAHAM COWLEY |
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