Two omens seem propitious to my fame, Your spouse embalms my verse, and you my name; A name, which all self-flattery far apart, Belongs to one who venerates in his heart The wise and good, and therefore, of the few Known by those titles, Sir, both yours and you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER TREES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK |