Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy, With my extern the outward honouring, Or laid great bases for eternity, Which prove more short than waste or ruining? Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent, For compound sweet forgoing simple savour, Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent? No, let me be obsequious in thy heart, And take thou my oblation, poor but free, Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art, But mutual render, only me for thee. Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul When most impeach'd stands least in thy control. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS MILES KEOGH'S HORSE by JOHN MILTON HAY TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE HINTS OF AN HISTORICAL PLAY TO BE CALLED WILLIAM RUFUS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM IN THAT DAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON A SPRING SYMPHONY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR SPRING FANTASIES: 5. ROAD SONG by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |