How shall we please this age? If in a song We put above six lines, they count it long; If we contract it to an epigram, As deep the dwarfish poetry they damn; If we write plays, few see above an act, And those lewd masks, or noisy fops, distract: Let us write satire then, and at our ease Vex th'ill-natur'd fools we cannot please. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WEATHER-COCK POINTS SOUTH by AMY LOWELL PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR I SHALL LIVE TO BE OLD by SARA TEASDALE SONNET TO NIGHT by JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE LINES WRITTEN ... ONE WHO HAD WATCHED .. AMERICAN & FRENCH REVOLUTIONS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE PICTURE OF A SLEEPING CHILD by VINCENT BOURNE THE WILLS OF THE WISP; A SAPPHIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON HEARING THE CLIMATE OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA PRAISED by ETHEL MARY DAVIS |