Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE BEST, LAST, AND ONLY REMAINING COMEDY OF MR. FLETCHER, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I'm un-o'erclouded too! Free from the mist! Last Line: Shows this one carbuncle, that darkens all. Subject(s): Fletcher, John (1579-1625); Plays & Playwrights ; Dramatists | ||||||||
I 'M un-o'erclouded too! free from the mist! The blind and late heaven's eye's great oculist, Obscured, with the false fires of his scheme, Not half those souls are light'ned by this theme. Unhappy murmurers, that still repine, (After th' eclipse our sun doth brighter shine) Recant your false grief and your true joys know, Your bliss is endless, as you fear'd your woe! What fort'nate flood is this? what storm of wit? Oh, who would live and not o'erwhelm'd in it? No more a fatal deluge shall be hurl'd, This inundation hath sav'd the world. Once more the mighty Fletcher doth arise, Rob'd in a vest studded with stars and eyes Of all his former glories, his last worth Embroider'd with what yet light e'er brought forth." See! in this glad farewell he doth appear Stuck with the constellations of his sphere, Hearing we, numb'd, fear'd no flagration, Hath curled all his fires in this one; Which, as they guard his hallowed chaste urn, The dull approaching heretics do burn. Fletcher at his adieu carouses thus To the luxurious ingenious, As Cleopatra did of old outvie Th' unnumb'red dishes of her Antony, When (he at th' empty board a wonderer) Smiling she calls for pearl and vinegar, First pledges him in 's breath, then at one draught Swallows three kingdoms off "To his best thought." Hear, O ye valiant writers, and subscribe; (His force set by) y' are conquer' d by this bribe. Though you hold out yourselves, he doth commit In this a sacred treason on your wit; Although in poems desperately stout, Give up: this overture must buy you out. Thus with some prodigal us'rer 't doth fare, That keeps his gold still veil'd, his steel breast bare; That doth exclude his coffers all but 's eye, And his eye's idol the wing'd deity; That cannot lock his mines with half the art As some rich beauty doth his wretched heart: Wild at his real poverty, and so wise To win her, turns himself into a prize. First startles her with th' emerald Mad Lover, The ruby Arcas; lest she should recover Her dazzled thought, a diamond he throws, Splendid in all the bright Aspatia's woes; Then, to sum up the abstract of his store, He flings a rope of pearl of forty more. Ah see! the stagg'ring virtue faints! which he Beholding, darts his wealth's epitome; And now, to consummate her wished fall, Shows this one carbuncle, that darkens all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL ENDING WITH A LINE FROM LEAR by MARVIN BELL SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#20): 1. SHAKESPEARE by MARVIN BELL SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#20): 1. SHAKESPEARE by MARVIN BELL SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#20): 2. SHAKESPEARE by MARVIN BELL SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#20): 2. SHAKESPEARE by MARVIN BELL YOUR SHAKESPEARE by MARVIN BELL YOUR SHAKESPEARE by MARVIN BELL GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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