Tilter, the most may admire thee, though not I: And thou, right guiltless, mayst plead to it, why? For thy late sharp device. I say 'tis fit All brains, at times of triumph, should run wit. For then, our water-conduits do run wine; But that's put in, thou'lt say. Why, so is thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 6. GRUACH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY RAIN MUSIC by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. MOTHER TO SON by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES |