You are a Lord, an Earle, nay more, a Man, Who writes sweet Numbers well as any can: If so, why then are not These Verses hurld, Like Sybels Leaves, throughout the ample world? What is a Jewell if it be not set Forth by a Ring, or some rich Carkanet? But being so; then the beholders cry, See, see a Jemme (as rare as Baelus eye.) Then publick praise do's runne upon the Stone, For a most rich, a rare, a precious One. Expose your jewels then unto the view, That we may praise Them, or themselves prize You. Vertue conceal'd (with Horace you'l confesse) Differs not much from drowzie slothfullnesse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING BOSTON COMMON: 1630 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LAURA'S SONG by OLIVER MADOX BROWN |