For civill, cleane, and circumcised wit, And for the comely carriage of it; Thou art The Man, the onely Man best known, Markt for the True-wit of a Million: From whom we'l reckon. Wit came in, but since The Calculation of thy Birth, Brave Mince. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN HARTZ FOREST by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR PUCK AND THE FAIRY, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE INVITED GUESTS by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 40. PANTHEISTIC DREAMS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |