Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MILDMAY, EARLE OF WESTMORELAND, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: You are a lord, an earle, nay more, a man Last Line: Differs not much from drowzie slothfullnesse. | ||||||||
You are a Lord, an Earle, nay more, a Man, Who writes sweet Numbers well as any can: If so, why then are not These Verses hurld, Like Sybels Leaves, throughout the ample world? What is a Jewell if it be not set Forth by a Ring, or some rich Carkanet? But being so; then the beholders cry, See, see a Jemme (as rare as Baelus eye.) Then publick praise do's runne upon the Stone, For a most rich, a rare, a precious One. Expose your jewels then unto the view, That we may praise Them, or themselves prize You. Vertue conceal'd (with Horace you'l confesse) Differs not much from drowzie slothfullnesse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK A THANKSGIVING TO GOD [FOR HIS HOUSE] by ROBERT HERRICK ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK CEREMONIES FOR CANDLEMASSE EVE by ROBERT HERRICK CEREMONIES FOR CHRISTMAS (1) by ROBERT HERRICK CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK |
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