TO THE MOST RENOWMED AND VALIANT LORD, THE LORD GREY OF WILTON, KNIGHT OF THE NOBLE ORDER OF THE GARTER, &C. MOST noble Lord, the pillor of my life, And patrone of my Muses pupillage, Through whose large bountie, poured on me rife, In the first season of my feeble age, I now doe live, bound yours by vassalage: Sith nothing ever may redeeme, nor reave Out of your endlesse debt so sure a gage, Vouchsafe in worth this small guift to receave, Which in your noble hands for pledge I leave Of all the rest that I am tyde t' account: Rude rymes, the which a rustick Muse did weave In savadge soyle, far from Parnasso mount, And roughly wrought in an unlearned loome: The which vouchsafe, dear Lord, your favorable doome. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMACK IN SCHOOL by WILLIAM PITT PALMER TWELVE SONNETS: 11. FIRST, BATTLE; THEN, WOMAN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) UPON MY FATHERS SUDDEN & DANGEROUS SICKNESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SONNET: POET TO POET by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON BENEDICTION by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV INTO THE HEART OF LIFE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |