Chaucer is dead; and Gower lyes in grave; The Earle of Surrey, long agoe is gone; Sir Philip Sidneis soule, the Heavens have; George Gascoigne him beforne, was tomb'd in stone, Yet, tho their Bodies lye full low in ground, (As every thing must dye, that earst was borne) Their living fame, no Fortune can confound; Nor ever shall their Labours be forlorne. And you, that discommend sweete Poetrie, (So that the Subiect of the same be good) Here may you see, your fond simplicitie; Sith Kings have favord it, of royall Blood. The King of Scots (now living) is a Poet, As his Lepanto, and his Furies shoe it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK by ANNE BRADSTREET ON THE DEATH OF MR. WILLIAM HERVEY by ABRAHAM COWLEY FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM MY MADONNA by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE TO S.M., A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |