Though I be @3dead@1, and buried, yet I have (Living in you,) Court enough in my grave, As oft as there I thinke my selfe to bee, So many resurrections waken mee. That thankfullnesse your favours have begot In mee, embalmes mee, that I doe not rot. This season as 'tis Easter, as 'tis spring, Must both to growth and to confession bring My thoughts dispos'd unto your influence; so, These verses bud, so these confessions grow. First I confesse I have to others lent Your stock, and over prodigally spent Your treasure, for since I had never knowne Vertue or beautie, but as they are growne In you, I should not thinke or say they shine, (So as I have) in any other Mine. Next I confesse this my confession, For, 'tis some fault thus much to touch upon Your praise to you, where half rights seeme too much, And make your minds sincere complexion blush. Next I confesse my'impenitence, for I Can scarce repent my first fault, since thereby Remote low Spirits, which shall ne'r read you, May in lesse lessons finde enough to doe, By studying copies, not Originals, @3Desunt coetera.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TARQUIN AND THE AUGUR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE SHEEPHERD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN AN OLD QUARRY by EDWARD CARPENTER |