Joy of my life, full oft for loving you I blesse my lot, that was so lucky placed: But then the more your owne mishap I rew, That are so much by so meane love embased. For had the equall hevens so much you graced In this as in the rest, ye mote invent Som hevenly wit, whose verse could have enchased Your glorious name in golden moniment. But since ye deignd so goodly to relent To me your thrall, in whom is little worth, That little that I am shall all be spent In setting your immortall prayses forth: Whose lofty argument, uplifting me, Shall lift you up unto an high degree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L'ENVOI: THE RETURN OF THE SIRE DE NESLE, A.D. 16 - by HERMAN MELVILLE NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II SATIRE: 2 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 5 by ROBERT BROWNING LINES WRITTEN IMMEDIATELY AFTER PARTING FROM A LADY by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |