( To Sir William Uvedale) Uvedale, thou piece of the first times, a man Made for what Nature could, or virtue can; Both whose dimensions, lost, the world might find Restored in thy body, and thy mind! Who sees a soul, in such a body set, Might love the treasure for the cabinet. But I, no child, no fool, respect the kind, The full, the flowing graces there enshrined; Which (would the world not miscall 't flattery) I could adore, almost the idolatry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM THE ARCHITECT AT THE EDGE OF THE SEA by KAREN SWENSON THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI IN A GARRET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN TO THE SOLITUDE OF FONTENAY by GUILLAUME AMFRYE |