So Phoebus makes me worthy of his bays, As but to speak thee, Overbury, is praise: So, where thou liv'st, thou mak'st life understood! Where, what makes others great, doth keep thee good! I think, the Fate of court thy coming craved, That the wit there, and manners might be saved: For since, what ignorance, what pride is fled! And letters, and humanity in the stead! Repent thee not of thy fair precedent, Could make such men, and such a place repent: Nor may any fear, to lose of their degree, Who in such ambition can but follow thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE SOUTH STATE STREET, CHICAGO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM TULIPS by FRANCES HALLEY BROCKETT ELEGY WRITTEN IN SPRING by MICHAEL BRUCE |