Here's no more newes, then vertue, 'I may as well Tell you @3Cales@1, or St @3Michaels@1 tale for newes, as tell That vice doth here habitually dwell. Yet, as to'get stomachs, we walke up and downe, And toyle to sweeten rest, so, may God frowne, If, but to loth both, I haunt Court, or Towne. For here no one is from the'extremitie Of vice, by any other reason free, But that the next to'him, still, is worse then hee. In this worlds warfare, they whom rugged Fate, (Gods Commissary,) doth so throughly hate, As in'the Courts Squadron to marshall their state: If they stand arm'd with seely honesty, With wishing prayers, and neat integritie, Like Indians 'gainst Spanish hosts they bee. Suspitious boldnesse to this place belongs, And to'have as many eares as all have tongues; Tender to know, tough to acknowledge wrongs. Beleeve mee Sir, in my youths giddiest dayes, When to be like the Court, was a playes praise, Playes were not so like Courts, as Courts'are like playes. Then let us at these mimicke antiques jeast, Whose deepest projects, and egregious gests Are but dull Moralls of a game at Chests. But now 'tis incongruity to smile, Therefore I end; and bid farewell a while, @3At Court@1; though @3From Court@1, were the better stile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS SUMMER AND LAST by THOMAS HARDY THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR BOSTON by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS by JOHN WILMOT EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |