Henry King Poems
- A Contemplation Upon Flowers BRAVE flowers--that I could ...
- Exequy On His Wife ACCEPT, thou shrine of my dead ...
- A Renunciation WE, that did nothing study but the way To ...
- The Exequy 1 Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint, 2 ...
- Sic Vita Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights ...
- An Elegy Upon The Most Victori...
- An Elegy Upon S. W. R. I will not weep, for 'twere as great a...
Henry King was an English poet and bishop.
The eldest son of John King, Bishop of London, and his wife Joan Freeman, he was baptised at Worminghall, Buckinghamshire, 16 January 1592. He was educated at Lord Williams's School, Westminster School and in 1608 became a student of Christ Church, Oxford. With his brother John King he matriculated 20 January 1609, and was admitted (19 June 1611 and 7 July 1614) to the degrees of bachelor and master of arts. On 24 January 1616 he was collated to the prebend of St. Pancras in St. Paul's Cathedral, receiving at the same time the office of penitentiary or confessor in the cathedral, together with the rectory and patronage of... more »
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A Contemplation Upon Flowers
BRAVE flowers--that I could gallant it like you,
And be as little vain!
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,
And to your beds of earth again.
You are not proud: you know your birth:
For your embroider'd garments are from earth.
You do obey your months and times, but I
Would have it ever Spring:
My fate would know no Winter, never die,
Nor think of such a thing.
O that I could my bed of earth but view
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!
O teach me to see Death and not to fear,
But rather to take truce!