To those that (with a squint malignant eye) At this great wracke do fleering gestures glaunce: (If such there be) my Muse doe thou replye. Those viprous harts that feast on state mischaunce, Are loathsome birds that theire owne nests defile, Whose hell-hatcht hoaps heavens vengance will beguile. But as for those, whom ignoranc so blinds, To count this Poeme Idle Ballatrye Because themselves with hood-winckt blunddringe mynds Cannot discearne a vailed misterye. Bid such dymme sighted Owles goe learne againe, What morales AEsops-fables do containe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST-FOOT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TORREY PINES by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT OF FIVE DAYS OLD by ELIZABETH BOYD A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HOM-VEG AND BALLURE'S RIVER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A FRAGMENT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN IN GREMIO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |