When greife with mutiny disturbs the hart And hath rebell'd against lifes setled state It scornes subjection to the soules best part And (to the death) Reasons command doth hate Whearein oft tymes this furye doth prevayle When Reasons Cynque-portes, and her cheifest peers (By sighing tempests) do grow weake, and fayle Beinge over-whelm'd with ore-growne seas of teares But (Madam) you have gott the victory. (By heavens high grace) against conspiring greife Your wisdom mayntaynes Reasons Empery, And hath afforded Comfort due releife, For which she tribute payes to you ageyne The cheefest Jewell of the famous Rheyne | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWING GRAY by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON RELIGION AND DOCTRINE by JOHN MILTON HAY FRINGED GENTIANS by AMY LOWELL THE MOTHER'S HEART by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND A WORKING PARTY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON |