To the right worshipfull, my singular good frend, Master Gabriell Harvey, Doctor of the Lawes. HARVEY, the happy above happiest men I read: that, sitting like a looker-on Of this worldes stage, doest note with critique pen The sharpe dislikes of each condition: And, as one carelesse of suspition, Ne fawnest for the favour of the great; Ne fearest foolish reprehension Of faulty men, which daunger to thee threat; But freely doest of what thee list entreat, Like a great lord of peerelesse liberty; Lifting the good up to high Honours seat, And the evill damning evermore to dy. For life and death is in thy doomeful writing: So thy renowme lives ever by endighting. Dublin, this xviij. of July, 15'6. Your devoted friend, during life, | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT THE LADY POVERTY by ALICE MEYNELL VOICES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PSALM 39, VERSE 4 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON A LETTER: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A DREAM OF GOOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |