To the richest treasury That e'er fill'd ambitious eye; To the fair bright magazine Hath impoverish'd Love's Queen; To th' exchequer of all honour (All take pensions but from her); To the taper of the thore, Which the god himself but bore; To the sea of chaste delight, Let me cast the drop I write. And as at Loretto's shrine Cæaesar shovels in his mine, Th' empress spreads her carcanets, The lords submit their coronets, Knights their chased arms hang by, Maids diamond-ruby fancies tie; Whilst from the pilgrim she wears One poor false pearl, but ten true tears: So, among the orient prize (Sapphire-onyx eulogies) Offer'd up unto your fame, Take my garnet-dublet name, And vouchsafe 'midst those rich joys (With devotion) these toys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON AN OLD MAN'S WINTER NIGHT by ROBERT FROST A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY TO A. E. HOUSMAN by MARGARET ASH MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |