O NO! I'm sure it was presumptous Pride; Poore Heart ther's no excusing it: Not all ye Wit Of Philautie can serve this swelling blot to hide. Though some to shun a Tempest's Molestations Made choise of Shipwrack; & drunk up In a New Cup Rank Poyson to prevent a Fevers short Vexations: Thou hadst no reason to insult & ride In Triumph over Those, who were Throwne downe by feare: With other Sins They made a @3Covenant@1, Thou wth Pride. Had strong Temptations flowne so thick on Thee Perhaps Thou wouldst have sunk: it was The Gale of Grace, Not Thine owne Spirit, which made Thee saile in safetie. O tremble then, when Thou beholdest Others Fearefull of anything, but sin, Lest Thou begin By Pride to share in that Offense, which was thy Brothers. In @3HUMBLE FEARE@1 let all thy strength be layd, For Pride's but at its highest rise Big Cowardice. Hell fears no Pride, but is of @3HUMBLE FEARE@1 afrayd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET SPEAKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SARAH'S MONSTERS by KAREN SWENSON MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 2 by GEORGE MEREDITH TWO VARIATIONS ON AN OLD NURSEY RHYME: 2 by EDITH SITWELL DOVE RIVER ANTHOLOGY, BY OWN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: LUCY GRAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |