Sweet were the sauce would please each kind of taste; The life likewise were pure that never swerved: For spiteful tongues in canker'd stomachs placed Deem worst of things which best (percase) deserved. But what for that? This medicine may suffice To scorn the rest, and seek to please the wise. Though sundry minds in sundry sort do deem, Yet worthiest wights yield praise for every pain; But envious brains do nought, or light, esteem Such stately steps as they cannot attain: For whoso reaps renown above the rest, With heaps of hate shall surely be opprest. Wherefore, to write my censure of this book, This Glass of Steel unpartially doth show Abuses all to such as in it look, From prince to poor, from high estate to low. As for the verse, who list like trade to try, I fear me much, shall hardly reach so high. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ACCOUNTABILITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PURIFICATION OF YE B. VIRGIN by JOSEPH BEAUMONT LITTLE WINDOWS by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN SONG: THE DEATH OF THE ROSE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO ALEX. CUNNINGHAM, WRITER by ROBERT BURNS OBSERVATIONS ON A FEW VERSES OF HORACE by JOHN BYROM THREE EPISTLES TO G. LLOYD ON A PASSAGE FROM HOMER'S ILIAD: 2 by JOHN BYROM |