Through thy submitting all, to blowes Thy face, thy clothes to spoile; thy fame to scorne, All waies, which rage, or Justice knowes, And by which thou could'st shew, that thou wast born; And through thy gallant humblenesse Which thou in death did'st shew, Dying before thy soule they could expresse, Deliver us from death, by dying so, To this world, ere this world doe bid us goe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY CROSSING THE BAR by ALFRED TENNYSON EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT THE COMING OF HIS FEET by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN S. GREGORIE NAZIANZEN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TRICKSTERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |