Sir Henry Wotton
Biography of Sir Henry Wotton
Wotton was born in Kent, England and was educated at Winchester and New and Queens Colleges, Oxford. Whilst studying at Oxford he met John Donne, the first and greatest of the metaphysical poets, who later became a close friend. In 1595, Wotton became secretary to the Earl of Essex, collecting foreign intelligence. He became the ambassador to the court of Venice, and in later years, provost of Eton College. Whilst on a visit to Augsburg in 1604 he wrote a definition of an Ambassador which is now one of his most famous phrases; "An Ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country." Although his works are small in number they are known for having great poise and polish and his enthusiasm for classical architecture and proportion can be seen to have a large influence on his poetry.
This page is based on the copyrighted Wikipedia Sir Henry Wotton; it is used under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. You may redistribute it, verbatim or modified, providing that you comply with the terms of the CC-BY-SA.
Sir Henry Wotton Poems
The Character Of A Happy Life
How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his highest skill;
You Meaner Beauties Of The Night
You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies,
A Hymn To My God
OH thou great Power, in whom I move, For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of love,
Upon The Death Of Sir Albert Morton's Wi...
A Dialogue Betwixt God And The Soul
Soul. Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light But what stream'd from thy gracious sight To me the worlds greatest King,
Doctor B. Of Tears
Who would have thought, there could have bin Such joy in tears, wept for our sin? Mine eyes have seen, my heart hath prov'd
On A Bank As I Sate A Fishing: A Descrip...
And now all Nature seem'd in love, The lusty sap began to move; New juice did stir th'embracing Vines, And Birds had drawn their Valentines:
Tears At The Grave Of Sir Albertus Morto...
Silence (in truth) would speak my sorrow best, For, deepest wounds can least their feelings tell; Yet, let me borrow from mine own unrest,
This Hymn Was Made By Sir H. Wotton, Whe...
Eternal Mover, whose diffused Glory, To shew our groveling Reason what thou art, Unfolds it self in Clouds of Natures story,
Upon The Sudden Restraint Of The Earl Of...
Dazled thus with height of place, Whilst our Hopes our wits Beguile, No man marks the narrow space 'Twixt a Prison and a Smile.
A Translation Of The Civ. Psalm To The O...
My soul exalt the Lord with Hymns of praise: O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might? Whose Throne of State is cloath'd with glorious rays,
A Description Of The Countreys Recreatio...
Quivering fears, Heart-tearing cares, Anxious sighs, Untimely tears, Fly, fly to Courts, Fly to fond worldling's sports,
Sir Henry Wotton, And Serjeant Hoskins R...
Ho. Noble, lovely, vertuous Creature, Purposely so fram'd by Nature To enthral your servants wits.
An Ode To The King, At His Returning Fro...
Rouse up thy self, my gentle Muse, Though now our green conceits be gray, And yet once more do not refuse To take thy Phrygian Harp, and play
My soul, exalt the Lord with hymns of praise :
O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might
Whose throne of state is cloath'd with glorious rays,
And round about hast robed thyself with light;
Who like a curtain hast the heavens displayed,
And in the watry roofs thy chambers laid ;
Whose chariots are the thickned clouds above,
Who walkst upon the winged winds below;