Muse give place to my mone, and mone give place to my musing: One for an others cause, and one for cause of an other. First to behold him dead: last to behold him alive. And thou Shepheards Swaine, that keepes thy sheepe by the mountaines, (Mountaines) of Sicily, and sweet Arcadian Iland, Oh Meliboeus: leave, Oh leave any more to be mourning. For though his Art bee dead, yet shall it ever abide: Ever abide, to the end: light, as a light to the rest. Rest that have wrot of love: and the delights of a lover. But by the sweete consent, of Pan and Marsias ofspringe. Sweet consent of a Saint so sweet, of a Fowle and a foule one Greenes but a foolish man: and such as him doe defend. Yet will I ever write both to defend and offend: For to defend his friends, and to offend his foes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES METRICAL FEET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER THE MORAL FABLES: THE SHEEP AND THE DOG by AESOP |