TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE SIR CHRISTOPHER HATTON, LORD HIGH CHAUNCELOR OF ENGLAND, &C. THOSE prudent heads, that with theire counsels wise Whylom the pillours of th' earth did sustaine, And taught ambitious Rome to tyrannise, And in the neck of all the world to rayne, Oft from those grave affaires were wont abstaine, With the sweet Lady Muses for to play: So Ennius the elder Africane, So Maro oft did Caesars cares allay. So you, great Lord, that with your counsell sway The burdeine of this kingdom mightily, With like delightes sometimes may eke delay The rugged brow of carefull Policy; And to these ydle rymes lend litle space, Which for their titles sake may find more grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE LAST BREATH (J.H. 1813-1904) by THOMAS HARDY WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS EPIGAEA ASLEEP by WILLIAM WHITMAN BAILEY THE KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |