For brave comportment, wit without offence, Words fully flowing, yet of influence: Thou art that man of men, the man alone, Worthy the Publique Admiration: Who with thine owne eyes read'st what we doe write, And giv'st our Numbers Euphonie, and weight. Tel'st when a Verse springs high, how understood To be, or not borne of the Royall-blood. What State above, what Symmetrie below, Lines have, or sho'd have, thou the best canst show. For which (my Charles) it is my pride to be, Not so much knowne, as to be lov'd of thee. Long may I live so, and my wreath of Bayes, Be lesse anothers Laurell, then thy praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG THANKS BE TO GOD by JANIE ALFORD THE BLIND MAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. GREEK POETESSES by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA SONG: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EPIGRAM ON AN OLD LADY WHO HAD SOME CURIOUS NOTIONS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |