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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE KING, AT HIS ENTRANCE INTO SAXHAM, BY MASTER JOHN CROFTS, by THOMAS CAREW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ere you pass this threshold, stay Last Line: Should jove descend, they could no more. Subject(s): Charles I, King Of England (1600-1649); Saxham, England | |||
Ere you pass this threshold, stay, And give your creature leave to pay Those pious rites, which unto you, As to our household gods, are due. Instead of sacrifice, each breast Is like a flaming altar drest With zealous fires, which from pure hearts Love mix'd with loyalty imparts. Incense nor gold have we, yet bring As rich and sweet an offering; And such as doth both these express, Which is our humble thankfulness; By which is paid the all we owe To gods above, or men below. The slaughter'd beast, whose flesh should feed The hungry flames, we for pure need Dress for your supper; and the gore Which should be dash'd on every door, We change into the lusty blood Of youthful vines, of which a flood Shall sprightly run through all your veins, First to your health, then your fair train's. We shall want nothing but good fare, To show your welcome and our care; Such rarities, that come from far, From poor men's houses banish'd are: Yet we'll express in homely cheer How glad we are to see you here. We 'll have whate'er the season yields, Out of the neighbouring woods and fields; For all the dainties of your board Will only be what those afford; And, having supp'd, we may perchance Present you with a country dance. Thus much your servants, that bear sway Here in your absence, bade me say, And beg, besides, you'ld hither bring Only the mercy of a king, And not the greatness: since they have A thousand faults must pardon crave, But nothing that is fit to wait Upon the glory of your state. Yet your gracious favour will, They hope, as heretofore, shine still On their endeavours, for they swore, Should Jove descend, they could no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW A PRAYER TO THE WIND by THOMAS CAREW AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by THOMAS CAREW BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW DISDAIN RETURNED by THOMAS CAREW EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (1) by THOMAS CAREW EPITAPH ON THE LADY MARY VILLIERS [OR VILLERS] (2) by THOMAS CAREW INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW |
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