MY dunnes that untoe dizains give smalle care, Did read your owne. Wheron I say'd, "You see, My noble Michael, noble Luckyfare, The Kynge's owne sister doth soe honour me." Straightwaye they deemed me of stabilitie, And rained "Your worships" and "Respected Sirs." Thus was your script to me as golden ore, For they did promise respyte—nay, they swore To let me fill—for promise—my purse While I did sweare to borrowe—as before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER DEATH by THOMAS HOOD SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |