( To Sir William Uvedale) Uvedale, thou piece of the first times, a man Made for what Nature could, or virtue can; Both whose dimensions, lost, the world might find Restored in thy body, and thy mind! Who sees a soul, in such a body set, Might love the treasure for the cabinet. But I, no child, no fool, respect the kind, The full, the flowing graces there enshrined; Which (would the world not miscall 't flattery) I could adore, almost the idolatry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN THE EBB AND FLOW by EDWARD TAYLOR THE TRANCE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |