WERE there a thought so strange as to deny That happy @3Bayes@1 doe some mens @3Births@1 adorne, Thy work alone might serue to iustifie That @3Poets@1 are not made so, but so borne. How could thy plumes thus soone haue soard thus hie Hadst thou not @3Lawrell@1 in thy Cradle worne? Thy Birth o'er-took thy Youth: and it doth make Thy youth (herein) thine elders ouer-take. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS PUTTIN' THE BABY AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON THE UNPARDONABLE SIN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |