When greife with mutiny disturbs the hart And hath rebell'd against lifes setled state It scornes subjection to the soules best part And (to the death) Reasons command doth hate Whearein oft tymes this furye doth prevayle When Reasons Cynque-portes, and her cheifest peers (By sighing tempests) do grow weake, and fayle Beinge over-whelm'd with ore-growne seas of teares But (Madam) you have gott the victory. (By heavens high grace) against conspiring greife Your wisdom mayntaynes Reasons Empery, And hath afforded Comfort due releife, For which she tribute payes to you ageyne The cheefest Jewell of the famous Rheyne | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOONRISE IN THE ROCKIES by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS A DREAM, OR THE TYPE OF THE RISING SUN by JEAN ADAMS ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS A LOVE-MESSAGE by LILLIAN CORBETT BARNES THE EVICTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SECTION GANG: AFTERNOON by NORMAN BOLKER |