@3Some say my Satyrs ouer-loosely flow, Nor hide their gall inough from open show: Not ridle-like obscuring their intent: But packe-staffe plaine vttring what thing they ment: Contrarie to the Roman ancients, Whose wordes were short, & darkesome was their sence; Who reads one line of their harsh poesies, Thrise must he take his winde, & breath him thrise. My Muse would follow them that haue forgone, But cannot with an English pineon, For looke how farr the ancient Comedie Past former Satyrs in her libertie: So farre must mine yeeld vnto them of olde, T'is better too be bad, then be to bold.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAD I THE CHOICE (AFTER WALT WHITMAN) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |