Of manie now that sound with hopes consort Your wisdome, bountie, and peace blessed raigne My skill is least but of the most importe Because not schoold by favors, guifts, or gaine. And that which more approves my truthfull layes To sweet my tunes, I straine not flatteries stringe But hould that temper in your Royall prayse That long I did, before you were my Kinge. Soe did I vertue for it self regard With truth unstaind, that hath the test indurd Lovinge my kinge without my kings reward And yet such Zeale, through wrong lives still obscurde But hope dyes not, dispaire it doth dispyse For constant faith draws favour from the skyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE'S SECRET, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE HILL-SIDE TREE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM LEISURE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BOSTON COMMON: 1869 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE THREE ENEMIES by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DOOMSDAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |