Reading my Verses, I like't them so well, @3Selfe-love@1 did make my @3Judgement@1 to rebell. Thinking them so good, I thought more to write; Considering not how others would them like. I writ so fast, I thought, if I liv'd long, A @3Pyramid@1 of @3Fame@1 to build thereon. @3Reason@1 observing which way I was bent, Did stay my hand, and ask't me what I meant; Will you, said shee, thus waste your time in vaine, On that which in the World small praise shall gaine? For shame leave off, sayd shee, the @3Printer@1 spare, Hee'le loose by your @3ill Poetry@1, I feare Besides the World hath already such a @3weight@1 Of uselesse Bookes, as it is over fraught. Then pitty take, doe the World a good turne, And all you write cast in the fire, and burne. Angry I was, and @3Reason@1 strook away, When I did heare, what shee to me did say. Then all in haste I to the @3Presse@1 it sent, Fearing @3Perswasion@1 might my @3Book@1 prevent: But now 'tis done, with greife repent doe I, Hang down my @3head@1 with @3shame, blush, sigh@1, and @3cry@1. @3Take pitty@1, and my drooping @3Spirits@1 raise, Wipe off my @3teares@1 with @3Handkerchiefes@1 of @3Praise@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALL OF HYPERION; A DREAM by JOHN KEATS ENVOY: 2. TO MY MOTHER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE FORLORN ONE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SECTION GANG: DAYBREAK by NORMAN BOLKER THOUGHTS NEAR ASHAMPSTEAD AERODROME, HARVEST-TIME by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |