Wou'd you your writings to some Palates fit Purge all your verses from the sin of wit For authors now are so conceited grown They praise no works but what are like their own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) IN THE MOONLIGHT by THOMAS HARDY |