Francis Beaumont

(1584 – 6 March 1616 / Leicestershire)

To The True Patroness Of All Poetry, Calliope - Poem by Francis Beaumont

It is a statute in deep wisdom's lore,
That for his lines none should a patron chuse
By wealth and poverty, by less or more,
But who the same is able to peruse:
Nor ought a man his labour dedicate,
Without a true and sensible desert,
To any power of such a mighty state
But such a wise defendress as thou art
Thou great and powerful Muse, then pardon me
That I presume thy maiden cheek to stain
In dedicating such a work to thee,
Sprung from the issue of an idle brain:
I use thee as a woman ought to be,
I consecrate my idle hours to thee.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 27, 2012


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