To the Patron of Poets, M. End. Porter

Let there be patrons, patrons like to thee,
Brave Porter! poets ne’er will wanting be:
Fabius and Cotta, Lentulus, all live
In thee, thou man of men! who here do’st give
Not only subject-matter for our wit,
But likewise oil of maintenance to it:
For which, before thy threshold, we’ll lay down
Our thyrse for sceptre, and our bays for crown.
For, to say truth, all garlands are thy due:
The laurel, myrtle, oak, and ivy too.

Published in Hesperides

Tags:

Any corrections or public domain poems I should have here? Email me at poems (at) this domain.