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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE INHERITOR OF ALL WORTHINESS, SIR WILLIAM SKIPWITH, by JOHN FLETCHER Poet's Biography First Line: If, from servile hope or love Last Line: Makes all good, let me seem witty. | |||
If, from servile hope or love, I may prove But so happy to be thought for Such a one, whose greatest ease Is to please, Worthy sir, I've all I sought for: For no itch of greater name, Which some claim By their verses, do I show it To the world; nor to protest 'Tis the best;— These are lean faults in a poet;— Nor to make it serve to feed At my need, Nor to gain acquaintance by it, Nor to ravish kind attornies In their journies Nor to read it after diet. Far from me are all these aims, Fittest frames To build weakness on and pity. Only to yourself, and such Whose true touch Makes all good, let me seem witty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: SPRING by JOHN FLETCHER THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER EVENING [KNELL] by JOHN FLETCHER SONG, FR. BONDUCA by JOHN FLETCHER SONG, FR. BONDUCA by JOHN FLETCHER SONG, FR. BONDUCA by JOHN FLETCHER SONG, FR. DIOCLESIAN by JOHN FLETCHER THE ELDER BROTHER: THE PLEASURES OF A LIBRARY by JOHN FLETCHER |
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