Great Lady, sith I have complyde thy Prayse, (According to my skill and not thy merit) And sought thy Fame above the starrs to rayse; (Had I sweet Ovids vaine, or Virgils spirit) I crave no more but this, for my good will, That in my Want, thou wilt supplye me still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD |