I Am two fooles, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining Poetry; But where's that wiseman, that would not be I, If she would not deny? Then as th'earths inward narrow crooked lanes Do purge sea waters fretfull salt away, I thought, if I could draw my paines, Through Rimes vexation, I should them allay, Griefe brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse. But when I have done so, Some man, his art and voice to show, Doth Set and sing my paine, And, by delighting many, frees againe Griefe, which verse did restraine. To Love, and Griefe tribute of Verse belongs, But not of such as pleases when'tis read, Both are increased by such songs: For both their triumphs so are published, And I, which was two fooles, do so grow three; Who are a little wise, the best fooles bee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY VENICE by JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY by WALT WHITMAN TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SHELLEY AND TRELAWNEY by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI CHORUS FROM A TRAGEDY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) TO THE WINDS by BERNARD BARTON FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |