God makes not good men wantons, but doth bring Them to the field, and, there, to skirmishing; With trialls those, with terrors these He proves, And hazards those most, whom the most He loves; For Sceva, darts; for Cocles, dangers; thus He finds a fire for mighty Mutius; Death for stout Cato; and besides all these, A poyson too He has for Socrates; Torments for high Attilius; and, with want, Brings in Fabricius for a Combatant: But, bastard-slips, and such as He dislikes, He never brings them once to th' push of Pikes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF DISTRESS BEING HUMILIATED BY THE CLASSICAL CHINESE POETS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE THREE BEST THING: 1. WORK by HENRY VAN DYKE |