Thou, friend, wilt hear all censures; unto thee All mouths are open, and all stomachs free: Be thou my book's intelligencer, note What each man says of it, and of what coat His judgement is; if he be wise, and praise, Thank him: if other, he can give no bays. If his wit reach no higher, but to spring Thy wife a fit of laughter; a cramp ring Will be reward enough: to wear like those, That hang their richest jewels in their nose; Like a rung bear, or swine: grunting out wit As if that part lay for a ( ) most fit! If they go on, and that thou lov'st a-life Their perfumed judgements, let them kiss thy wife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 90 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A SONG OF PROGRESS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON EUTHANASIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LION'S BRIDE by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO FIRES OF LOVE by VILETA NELSON CHARTIER LES CAMARADES EN VOYAGE by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |