Your verses were commended, as 'tis true, That they were very good; I mean to you: For they returned you, Ben, I have been told, The seld seen sum of forty pound in gold. These verses then, being rightly understood, His lordship, not Ben Jonson, made them good. @3To My Detractor@1 My verses were commended, thou didst say, And they were @3very good,@1 yet thou think'st nay. For thou objectest, as thou hast been told, The envied return of forty pound in gold. Fool, do not rate my rhymes; I have found thy vice Is to make cheap the lord, the lines, the price: But bark thou on; I pity thee, poor cur, That thou shouldst lose thy noise, thy foam, thy stir, To be known what thou art, a blatant beast; By writing against me, thou look'st at least, I now would write on thee: no, wretch, thy name Shall not work out unto it, such a fame: No man will tarry by thee, as he goes, To ask thy name, if he have half his nose; But fly thee like the pest! Walk not the street Out in the dog days, lest the killer meet Thy noddle with his club; and dashing forth Thy dirty brains, men smell thy want of worth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME by ROBERT HERRICK HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS MEROPE; A TRAGEDY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |