TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD OF BUCKHURST, ONE OF HER MAJESTIES PRIVIE COUNSELL IN vain I thinke, right honourable Lord, By this rude rime to memorize thy name, Whose learned Muse hath writ her owne record In golden verse, worthy immortal fame: Thou much more fit (were leasure to the same) Thy gracious Soverains praises to compile, And her imperiall majestie to frame In loftie numbers and heroicke stile. But sith thou maist not so, give leave a while To baser wit his power therein to spend, Whose grosse defaults thy daintie pen may file, And unadvised oversights amend. But evermore vouchsafe it to maintaine Against vile Zoilus backbitings vaine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HARDWOOD GROVES by ROBERT FROST 23RD STREET RUNS INTO HEAVEN by KENNETH PATCHEN TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS A SPRAY OF HONEYSUCKLE by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY |