See you yond' motion? Not the old fading, Nor Captain Pod, nor yet the Eltham thing; But one more rare, and in the case so new: His cloak with orient velvet quite lined through, His rosy ties and garters so o'er-blown, By his each glorious parcel to be known! He wont was to encounter me, aloud, Where e'er he met me; now he's dumb, or proud. Know you the cause? He has neither land, nor lease, Nor bawdy stock, that travels for increase, Nor office in the town, nor place in court, Nor 'bout the bears, nor noise to make lords sport. He is no favourite's favourite, no dear trust Of any madams, hath neadd squires, and must. Nor did the king of Denmark him salute, When he was here. Nor hath he got a suit, Since he was gone, more than the one he wears. Nor are the queen's most honoured maids by th'ears About his form. What then so swells each limb? Only his clothes have over-leavened him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF WEEPING by JOHN DONNE CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN SONNET (ON AN OLD BOOK WITH UNCUT LEAVES) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE ABOU BEN ADHEM by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL PSALM 98 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |