WHAT mighty princes poets are! those things The great ones stick at, and our very kings Lay down, they venture on; and with great ease Discover, conquer, what and where they please. Some phlegmatic sea-captain would have stay'd For money now, or victuals; not have weigh'd Anchor without'em; thou, Will, dost not stay So much as for a wind, but go'st away, Land'st, view'st the country; fight'st, put'st all to rout, Before another could be putting out! And now the news in town is, D'Av'nant's come From Madagascar, fraught with laurel home; And welcome, Will, for the first time; but prithee, In thy next voyage bring the gold too with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LORD HOLLAND'S SEAT NEAR MARGATE, KENT by THOMAS GRAY A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER DRIVING HOME THE COWS by KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE |