Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE OXFORD CARRIER, by JOHN MILTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Here lieth one, who did most truly prove Last Line: Only remains this superscription. Variant Title(s): Another On The Same Subject(s): Hobson, Thomas (1544-1630); Labor & Laborers; Plague; Work; Workers | ||||||||
Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move; So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jog on and keep his trot; Made of sphere-metal, never to decay Until his revolution was at stay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 'Gainst old truth) motion numbered out his time; And like an engine moved with wheel and weight, His principles being ceased, he ended straight; Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death, And too much breathing put him out of breath; Nor were it contradiction to affirm Too long vacation hastened on his term. Merely to drive away the time he sickened, Fainted, and died, nor would with ale be quickened; Nay, quoth he, on his swooning bed outstretched, If I may not carry, sure I'll ne'er be fetched, But vow though the cross doctors all stood hearers, For one carrier put down to make six bearers. Ease was his chief disease, and to judge right, He died for heaviness that his cart went light, His leisure told him that his time was come, And lack of load, made his life burdensome, That even to his last breath (there be that say't) As he were pressed to death, he cried more weight; But had his doings lasted as they were, He had been an immortal carrier. Obedient to the moon he spent his date In course reciprocal, and had his fate Linked to the mutual flowing of the seas, Yet (strange to think) his wain was his increase: His letters are delivered all and gone, Only remains this superscription. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV |
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