TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD OF BUCKHURST, ONE OF HER MAJESTIES PRIVIE COUNSELL IN vain I thinke, right honourable Lord, By this rude rime to memorize thy name, Whose learned Muse hath writ her owne record In golden verse, worthy immortal fame: Thou much more fit (were leasure to the same) Thy gracious Soverains praises to compile, And her imperiall majestie to frame In loftie numbers and heroicke stile. But sith thou maist not so, give leave a while To baser wit his power therein to spend, Whose grosse defaults thy daintie pen may file, And unadvised oversights amend. But evermore vouchsafe it to maintaine Against vile Zoilus backbitings vaine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUNDEW by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ARETEMIAS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE CONVERSION by RALPH WILHELM BERGENGREN ABER STATIONS: STATIO TERTIA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HECALE. DAYBREAK IN THE CITY by CALLIMACHUS |