Representative Poetry Online
On this day: May 20th
Random Poem of the Day
1The curious wit seeing dull pensiuenesse
3Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,
4With idle paines, and missing ayme do guesse.
5Some that know how my spring I did addresse,
6Deeme that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies:
7Others, because the Prince my service tries,
8Thinke that I thinke state errours to redresse.
9But harder Iudges judge ambitions rage,
10Scourge of it selfe, still climing slipprie place,
11Holds my young braine captiu'd in golden cage.
12O fooles, or ouer-wise, alas the race
13Of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start,
14But onely Stellas eyes and Stellas harte.
Notes
2] bewray: to reveal, to expose, to betray Back to Line