Camden, most reverend head, to whom I owe All that I am in arts, all that I know. (How nothing's that!) to whom my countrey owes The great renowne and name wherewith she goes. Than thee the age sees not that thing more grave, More high, more holy, that shee more would crave. What name, what skill, what faith hast thou in things! What sight in searching the most antique springs! What weight, and what authority in thy speech! Man scarce can make that doubt, but thou canst teach. Pardon free truth, and let thy modesty, Which conquers all, be once overcome by thee. Many of thine this better could, than I, But for their powers, accept my piety. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NUPTIAL SONG by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE by ST. CLAIR ADAMS THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ISAIAH: FIFTY-SECOND CHAPTER by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |