No lesse then thankes, I render unto you, What? though it be a Beggers bare rewarde Accept the same: (for Cosyn) this is true, Tis all I have: my haps they are so hard: None beareth lyfe, is so from Fortune bard, But this I know, and hope it once to finde God can, and wyl, exalt the humble minde. This simple verce: content you for to take for answer of your loving letter lardge, For now I wyll my writting cleane forsake till of my griefes, my stomack I discharg: and tyll I row, in Ladie Fortunes barge. Good Cosin write not nor any more replye, But geve mee leave, more quietnes to trye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY DRINKING SONG (5) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE TO THE SKYLARK by BERNARD BARTON SONNET ON MOOR PARK: WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 10, 1825 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |