Not knowing who should my Acquittance take,
I know as little what discharge to make.
The favour is so great, that it out-goes
All forms of thankfulness I can propose,
Those grateful levies which my pen would raise,
Are stricken dumb, or bury'd in amaze.
Therefore, as once in Athens there was shown
An Altar built unto the God unknown,
My ignorant devotions must by guess
This blind return of gratitude address,
Till You vouchsafe to shew me where and how
I may to this revealed Goddess bow.
More verses by Henry King
- Sonnet. Go Thou That Vainly Do'st Mine Eyes Invite
- On Two Children Dying Of One Disease, And Buried In One Grave
- Upon The Kings Happy Return From Scotland
- To His Unconstant Friend
- To A Friend Upon Overbury's Wife Given To Her