Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
John Marston (1575?1634)To Detraction
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Vile blaster of the freshest blooms on earth,
Envy’s abhorred child, Detraction,
I here expose to thy all-tainting breath
The issue of my brain; snarl, rail, bark, bite,
Know that my spirit scorns Detraction’s spite.
And guides my powers intellectual,
Holds in all vile repute Detraction.
My soul—an essence metaphysical,
That in the basest sort scorns critics’ rage
Because he knows his sacred parentage—
Of slimy ale, nor Bacchus’ heating grape;
My mind disdains the dungy muddy scum
Of abject thoughts and Envy’s raging hate.
‘True judgment slight regards Opinion,
A sprightly wit disdains Detraction.’
My settled censure of my own esteem;
A canker’d verdict of malignant hate
Shall ne’er provoke me, worse myself to deem.
Spite of despite, and rancour’s villany,
I am myself, so is my poesy.