 | Poems By John Hall |  |
To his friend Mr. J. H. upon his Poems.
May
thine own verse (the envy, and the glory
Of gowned Gentry) still enrich thy story;
Of gowned Gentry) still enrich thy story;
Flame out, bright spark, and let them clearly see
What's not impossible for them to bee;
What's not impossible for them to bee;
Go on, and make the bankrupt World to know
How much to thy judicious pen they ow,
How much to thy judicious pen they ow,
By whose Gigantick parts is clearly shown
That Natures wombe is not yet feeble grown.
That Natures wombe is not yet feeble grown.
Thy lines pardon the Presse for all the rhythmes,
That have committed bin in sencelesse times;
That have committed bin in sencelesse times;
When Pegasus made hackney founder'd grows,
Wishing himself turn'd loose to graze in prose.
Wishing himself turn'd loose to graze in prose.
Will. Dillingham Fell. Emman.
| Poems By John Hall | |