That neither fame nor love might wanting be To greatness, Cary, I sing that and thee; Whose house, if it no other honor had, In only three might be both great and glad; Who, to upbraid the sloth of this our time, Durst valor make almost, but not, a crime; Which deed I know not, whether were more high, Or thou more happy, it to justify Against thy fortune: when no foe, that day, Could conquer thee but chance, who did betray. Love thy great loss, which a renown hath won, To live when Broick not stands, nor Ruhr doth run. Love honors, which of best example be When they cost dearest and are done most free; Though every fortitude deserves applause, It may be much or little in the cause. He's valiant'st that dares fight, and not for pay; That virtuous is, when the reward's away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: SPRING by JOHN FLETCHER BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DUNCAN WEIR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PSALM 127 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A DIALOGUE: JOHN AND RICHARD by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHO BUT THE LOVER SHOULD KNOW by EDWARD CARPENTER |