Come, skilfull Lupo, now, and take Thy Bice, thy Umber, Pink, and Lake; And let it be thy Pensils strife, To paint a Bridgeman to the life: Draw him as like too, as you can, An old, poore, lying, flatt'ring man: His cheeks be-pimpled, red and blue; His nose and lips of mulbrie hiew. Then for an easie fansie; place A Burling iron for his face: Next, make his cheeks with breath to swell, And for to speak, if possible: But do not so; for feare, lest he Sho'd by his breathing, poyson thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 6. OF PATIENCE by WILLIAM BASSE QUATORZAINS: 7. ANOTHER FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |