So Phoebus makes me worthy of his bays, As but to speak thee, Overbury, is praise: So, where thou liv'st, thou mak'st life understood! Where, what makes others great, doth keep thee good! I think, the Fate of court thy coming craved, That the wit there, and manners might be saved: For since, what ignorance, what pride is fled! And letters, and humanity in the stead! Repent thee not of thy fair precedent, Could make such men, and such a place repent: Nor may any fear, to lose of their degree, Who in such ambition can but follow thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD LAST WORDS TO A DUMB FRIEND by THOMAS HARDY TO HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 27 FEB. 1867 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IDYLLS OF THE KING: GERAINT AND ENID by ALFRED TENNYSON IN THE HOSPITAL by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON |