It will be looked for, book, when some but see Thy title, @3Epigrams@1, and named of me, Thou should'st be bold, licentious, full of gall, Wormwood, and sulphur, sharp, and toothed withal; Become a petulant thing, hurl ink, and wit, As mad-men stones: not caring whom they hit. Deceive their malice, who could wish it so. And by thy wiser temper, let men know Thou art not covetous of least self-fame, Made from the hazard of another's shame: Much less with lewd, profane, and beastly phrase, To catch the world's loose laughter, or vain gaze. He that departs with his owne honesty For vulgar praise, doth it too dearly buy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTOR RAFOLSKI ON ART by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS A PRESENCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE WAGGONER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |