Waller

ENGLISH 313: AUGUSTAN WRITERS I
(English Literature, 1660-1714)
Fall 1999

Edmund Waller
OF ENGLISH VERSE

Poets may boast, as safely vain,
Their work shall with the world remain;
Both bound together live or die,
The verses and the prophecy.

But who can hope his lines should long
Last in a daily changing tongue?
While they are new, envy prevails,
And as that dies, our language fails.

When architects have done their part,
The matter may betray their art:
Time, if we use ill-chosen stone,
Soon brings a well-built palace down.

Poets that lasting marble seek
Must carve in Latin, or in Greek;
We write in sand; our language grows,
And like the tide our work o'erflows.

Chaucer his sense can only boast,
The glory of his numbers lost;
Years have defaced his matchless strain;
And yet he did not sing in vain:

The beauties which adorned that age,
The shining subjects of his rage,
Hoping they should immortal prove,
Rewarded with success his love.

This was the gen'rous poet's scope,
And all an English pen can hope:
To make the fair approve his flame
That can so far extend their fame.

Verse thus designed has no ill fate
If it arrive but at the date
Of fading beauty, if it prove
But as long-lived as present love.