If men get name, for some one virtue: then, What man art thou, that art so many men, All-virtuous Herbert? On whose every part Truth might spend all her voice, fame all her art. Whether thy learning they would take, or wit, Or valour, or thy judgement seasoning it, Thy standing upright to thyself, thy ends Like straight, thy piety to God, and friends: Their latter praise would still the greatest be, And yet, they, altogether, less than thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON IN MAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ROBERT GOULD SHAW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHITE FOR MOURNING by AL-FATA AL-KAFIF |