Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EPIGRAM OF INIGO JONES, by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS Poet's Biography First Line: Sir inigo doth fear it, as I hear Last Line: Thy forehead is too narrow for my brand. Alternate Author Name(s): Martial Variant Title(s): To A Friend, An Epigram Of Him Subject(s): Jones, Inigo (1573-1652) | ||||||||
Sir Inigo doth fear it as I hear (And labours to seem worthy of that fear) That I should write upon him some sharp verse, Able to eat into his bones and pierce The marrow! Wretch, I'quit thee of thy pain. Th'art too ambitious: and dost fear in vain! The Lybian lion hunts no butterflies, He makes the camel and dull ass his prize. If thou be so desirous to be read, Seek out some hungry painter, that for bread, With rotten chalk, or coal upon a wall, Will well design thee, to be viewed of all That sit upon the common draught: or Strand! Thy forehead is too narrow for my brand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPOSTULATION WITH INIGO JONES by BEN JONSON ON THE TOWN'S HONEST MAN by BEN JONSON TO INIGO, MARQUESS WOULD BE, A COROLLARY by BEN JONSON DOCTOR FELL by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS EPIGRAM: 101 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE HAPPY LIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS |
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