If men get name, for some one virtue: then, What man art thou, that art so many men, All-virtuous Herbert? On whose every part Truth might spend all her voice, fame all her art. Whether thy learning they would take, or wit, Or valour, or thy judgement seasoning it, Thy standing upright to thyself, thy ends Like straight, thy piety to God, and friends: Their latter praise would still the greatest be, And yet, they, altogether, less than thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE YARROW UNVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 2. AND YET by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SILENUS IN PROTEUS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAMENT OF LAMB'S CONDUIT by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |