I Am two fooles, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining Poetry; But where's that wiseman, that would not be I, If she would not deny? Then as th'earths inward narrow crooked lanes Do purge sea waters fretfull salt away, I thought, if I could draw my paines, Through Rimes vexation, I should them allay, Griefe brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse. But when I have done so, Some man, his art and voice to show, Doth Set and sing my paine, And, by delighting many, frees againe Griefe, which verse did restraine. To Love, and Griefe tribute of Verse belongs, But not of such as pleases when'tis read, Both are increased by such songs: For both their triumphs so are published, And I, which was two fooles, do so grow three; Who are a little wise, the best fooles bee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |