LONG SINCE DEDICATED TO THE MOST NOBLE AND EXCELLENT LORD, THE EARLE OF LEICESTER, LATE DECEASED WRONG'D, yet not daring to expresse my paine, To you (great Lord) the causer of my care, In clowdie teares my case I thus complaine Unto your selfe, that onely privie are: But if that any Oedipus unware Shall chaunce, through power of some divining spright, To reade the secrete of this riddle rare, And know the purporte of my evill plight, Let him rest pleased with his owne insight, Ne further seeke to glose upon the text: For griefe enough it is to grieved wight To feele his fault, and not be further vext. But what so by my selfe may not be showen, May by this Gnatts complaint be easily knowen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 1 by MARK AKENSIDE VAIN EXCUSE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG SUNSET ACROSS THE LAKE by AUGUSTA M. BARNEY |