Another scorns the home-spun threed of rimes, Match'd with the loftie feet of elder times: Giue him the numbred verse that @3Virgil@1 sung, And @3Virgil@1 selfe shall speake the English tongue: @3Manhood & garboiles shall he chaunt@1 with changed feete, And head-strong @3Dactils@1 making musicke meete, The nimble @3Dactils@1 striuing to out-goe The drawling @3Spondees@1 pacing it below. The lingring @3Spondees,@1 labouring to delay, The breath-lesse @3Dactils@1 with a sudden stay. Who euer saw a colt wanton and wilde, Yok'd with a slow-foote Oxe on fallow field, Can right areed how handsomly besets Dull @3Spondees@1 with the English @3Dactilets?@1 If @3Ioue@1 speake English in a thundring cloud, @3Thwick thwack,@1 and @3rif raf,@1 rores he out aloud. Fie on the forged mint that did create New coyne of words neuer articulate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA A STRANGER IN SEYTHOPOLIS by KATHARINE LEE BATES |