Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LETTER, by HENRY KING (1592-1669) Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I ne'er was dress'd in forms; nor can I bend Last Line: Which will in death seal the bold counterpart. | ||||||||
I NE'ER was dress'd in forms; nor can I bend My pen to flatter any, nor commend, Unless desert or honour do present Unto my verse a worthy argument. You are my friend, and in that word to me Stand blazon'd in your noblest heraldry; That style presents you full, and does relate The bounty of your love, and my own fate, Both which conspir'd to make me yours. A choice, Which needs must, in the giddy people's voice, That only judge the outside, and, like apes, Play with our names, and comment on our shapes, Appear too light: but it lies you upon, To justify the disproportion. Truth be my record, I durst not presume To seek to you, 'twas you that did assume Me to your bosom. Wherein you subdu'd One that can serve you, though ne'er could intrude Upon great titles; nor knows how t' invade Acquaintance: Like such as are only paid With great men's smiles; if that the passant Lord Let fall a forc'd salute, or but afford The nod regardant. It was test enough For me, you ne'er did find such servile stuff Couch'd in my temper; I can freely say, I do not love you in that common way For which Great Ones are lov'd in this false time: I have no wish to gain, nor will to climb; I cannot pawn my freedom, nor outlive My liberty, for all that you can give. And sure you may retain good cheap such friends, Who not your fortune make, but you, their ends. I speak not this to vaunt in my own story, All these additions are unto your glory; Who, counter to the world, use to elect, Not to take up on trust, what you affect. Indeed 'tis seldom seen that such as you Adopt a friend, or for acquaintance sue; Yet you did this vouchsafe, you did descend Below yourself to raise an humble friend, And fix him in your love: where I will stand The constant subject of your free command. Had I no airy thoughts, sure you would teach Me higher than my own dull sphere to reach: And, by reflex, instruct me to appear Something (though coarse and plain) fit for your wear. Know, best of friends, however wild report May justly say, I am unapt to sort With your opinion or society (Which truth would shame me, did I it deny), There's something in me says, I dare make good, When honour calls me, all I want in blood. Put off your giant titles, then I can Stand in your judgement's blank an equal man. Though hills advanced are above the plain, They are but higher earth, nor must disdain Alliance with the vale: we see a spade Can level them, and make a mount a glade. Howe'er we differ in the Heralds' book, He that mankind's extraction shall look In Nature's rolls, must grant we all agree In our best part's immortal pedigree: You must by that perspective only view My service, else 'twill ne'er show worthy you. You see I court you bluntly, like a friend, Not like a mistress; my Muse is not penn'd For smooth and oily flights: and I indent To use more honesty than compliment. But I have done; in lieu of all you give, Receive his thankful tribute, who must live Your vow'd observer, and devotes a heart Which will in death seal the bold counterpart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIC VITA by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) A PENTITENTIAL HYMN by HENRY KING (1592-1669) A RENUNCIATION by HENRY KING (1592-1669) A SALUTATION OF HIS MAJESTY'S SHIP THE SOVEREIGN by HENRY KING (1592-1669) A SECOND ELEGY ON THE COUNTESS OF LEISTER by HENRY KING (1592-1669) AN ACKNOWLEDGMENT by HENRY KING (1592-1669) AN ELEGY OCCASIONED BY SICKNESS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) AN ELEGY ON SIR CHARLES LUCAS AND SIR GEORGE LISLE by HENRY KING (1592-1669) AN ELEGY UPON MRS. KIRK, UNFORTUNATELY DROWNED IN THAMES by HENRY KING (1592-1669) AN ELEGY UPON MY BEST FRIEND, L. K. C. by HENRY KING (1592-1669) |
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