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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 3, by RICHARD BARNFIELD Poet's Biography First Line: The stoicks thinke, (and they come neere the truth) Last Line: Is to be gazing on my loves faire eie. Alternate Author Name(s): Barnefield, Richard Subject(s): Love | |||
The Stoicks thinke, (and they come neere the truth,) That vertue is the chiefest good of all, The Academicks on Idea call. The Epicures in pleasure spend their youth, The Perrepatetickes iudge felicitie, To be the chiefest good above all other, One man, thinks this: and that conceaves another: So that in one thing very few agree. Let Stoicks have their Vertue if they will, And all the rest their chiefe-supposed good, Let cruell Martialists delight in blood, And Mysers ioy their bags with gold to fill: My chiefest good, my chiefe felicity, Is to be gazing on my loves faire eie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD SONNET TO HIS FRIEND R.L. IN PRAISE OF MUSIQUE AND POETRIE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |
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