Pardon, mine ears, both I and they do pray, So may your tongue still fluently proceed, To them that do such entertainment need, So may you still have somewhat new to say. On silly me do not the burden lay Of all the grave conceits your brain doth breed; But find some Hercules to bear, in steed Of Atlas tired, your wisdom's heavenly sway. For me, while you discourse of courtly tides, Of cunning'st fishers in most troubled streams, Of straying ways, when valiant error guides; Meanwhile my heart confers with Stella's beams, And is even irked that so sweet comedy By such unsuited speech should hindered be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH ARABELLA STUART by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE HIGH TIDE AT [OR, ON THE COAST OF] LINCOLNSHIRE by JEAN INGELOW |