To the richest treasury That e'er fill'd ambitious eye; To the fair bright magazine Hath impoverish'd Love's Queen; To th' exchequer of all honour (All take pensions but from her); To the taper of the thore, Which the god himself but bore; To the sea of chaste delight, Let me cast the drop I write. And as at Loretto's shrine Cæaesar shovels in his mine, Th' empress spreads her carcanets, The lords submit their coronets, Knights their chased arms hang by, Maids diamond-ruby fancies tie; Whilst from the pilgrim she wears One poor false pearl, but ten true tears: So, among the orient prize (Sapphire-onyx eulogies) Offer'd up unto your fame, Take my garnet-dublet name, And vouchsafe 'midst those rich joys (With devotion) these toys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN by JULIA CRAWFORD IN THIS DARK HOUSE by EDWARD DAVISON OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE TO A LADY, WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |