To thee, Oh Knight of Sol's round table, By who's command my Muse is able Thus to ye wond'ring world to chatter In Dovrel rhymes this pithy matter, To thee this work has most relation, Then kindly take this Dedication. Oh may it live unto thy glory, And thou nor it be transitory, But flourish still whilst pens are writing And witty head-pieces inditing. Thou know'st it was at thy commanding That this great work I took in handing, Which with mature deliberations, Great pains and many lucubrations, I've here begun and made ye best on't, And let who will finish ye rest on't. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER EFFICIENCY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A DAY: AN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILKES, OF AYLESBURY, ESQ. by JOHN ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 64. AL-KAIYUM by EDWIN ARNOLD |