IF men must murder, pillage, sack, despoil, Let it not be (lest angels laugh) in the name Of sacred Culture. Vulcan still goes lame Though servile Muses poultice him with oil Of sleek Hypocrisy. They waste their toil Whose boast of light and sweetness takes its claim From deeds of night and wormwood, which defame Fair Culture's shrine and make her gods recoil. No; let the imperial Visigoth put off His borrowed toga, boast aloud his slain In naked savagery, and make his scoff Of Attic graces. So when once again He asks for Culture's crown, 'twill be enough To answer him: @3Once Rheims was and Louvain!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOOD SHEPHERD by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BELLS OF YOUTH by WILLIAM SHARP MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA SONNET TO THE KYNGE by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 4. MANHOOD by BERTON BRALEY MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: TUESDAY by JOHN BYROM |