Come, skilfull Lupo, now, and take Thy Bice, thy Umber, Pink, and Lake; And let it be thy Pensils strife, To paint a Bridgeman to the life: Draw him as like too, as you can, An old, poore, lying, flatt'ring man: His cheeks be-pimpled, red and blue; His nose and lips of mulbrie hiew. Then for an easie fansie; place A Burling iron for his face: Next, make his cheeks with breath to swell, And for to speak, if possible: But do not so; for feare, lest he Sho'd by his breathing, poyson thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOYAGE A L'INFINI by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG AN APPEAL TO MY COUNTRYWOMEN by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 4. AL-MALIK by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SLUGGARD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE PARLOUS THING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN WILTSHIRE; SUGGESTED BY POINTS OF SIMILARITY WITH THE SOMME COUNTRY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |