@3Or bene the@1 Manes @3of that@1 Cynick @3spright, Cloth'd with some stubburn clay & led to light? Or do the relique ashes of his graue Reuiue and rise from their forsaken caue? That so with gall-weet words and speeches rude, Controls the maners of the multitude. Enuie belike incites his pining heart, And bids it sate it selfe with others smart. Nay, no dispight: but angry@1 Nemesis, @3Whose scourge doth follow all that done amisse: That scourge I beare, albe in ruder fist, And wound, and strike, and pardon whom she list.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON THE SONG OF THE DIAL by PETER AIREY EJACULATORY PRAYER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS DOWN THE RIVER by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |