WHEN Willis of Ephraim heard Rochester preach, Thus Bentley said to him, I pr'ythee, dear brother, How lik'st thou this sermon? 'Tis out of my reach. His is one way, said Willis, and ours is another: I care not for carping; but this I can tell, We preach very sadly, if he preaches well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD MY PRAYER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |