See Sir, how as the Suns hot Masculine flame Begets strange creatures on Niles durty slime, In me, your fatherly yet lusty Ryme (For, these songs are their fruits) have wrought the same; But though the ingendring force from whence they came Bee strong enough, and nature doe admit Seaven to be borne at once, I send as yet But six; they say, the seaventh hath still some maime. I choose your judgement, which the same degree Doth with her sister, your invention, hold, As fire these drossie Rymes to purifie, Or as Elixar, to change them to gold; You are that Alchimist which alwaies had Wit, whose one spark could make good things of bad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 21. 'TIS CONSTANCY THAT GAINS THE PRIZE by PHILIP AYRES |