Sound alert, gang. Anthology of American Literature. That also applies from line to line, like in this case, where the sentence carries over across the line break. Preeminence in all and each is yours; Yet grant some small acknowledgement of ours.
We should point out that "sweet-tongued" is just a figure of speech, a metaphor for being a good talker. Lines 19-20 Nor can I, like that fluent sweet-tongued Greek Who lisp'd at first, in future times speak plain. A weak or wounded brain admits no cure. His skill as an orator was the compensation "requital" for his efforts.
The "sweet-tongued Greek" she's talking about is Demosthenes, a famous orator from ancient Athens. Or how they all, or each their dates have run Let poets and historians set these forth, My obscure lines shall not so dim their worth.
In his case, at least, Art overcame nature.
Demosthenes worked hard and got what he wanted. You've been inactive for a while, logging you out in a few seconds... Logging out….
Our speaker isn't so sure that this applies to here, and the comparison to Demosthenes comes off as a little negative. Nor can I, like that fluent sweet tongued Greek Who lisped at first, in future times speak plain.
And oh ye high flown quills that soar the skies, And ever with your prey still catch your praise, If e'er you deign these lowly lines your eyes, Give thyme or parsley wreath, I ask no bays; This mean and unrefined ore of mine Will make your glist'ring gold but more to shine.
I'm Still Here!
But when my wond'ring eyes and envious heart Great Bartas sugared lines do but read o'er, Fool I do grudge the Muses did not part Twixt him and me that overfluent store; A Bartas can do what a Bartas will But simple I according to my skill.
By art he gladly found what he did seek, A full requital of his striving pain. Here Bradstreet starts a new stanza by picking up and extending an idea she just talked about lines 17-18 , that nature can't fix flaws. So while she's supposedly downplaying her ability, she's also showing off a little, letting the boys know that she belongs in their club, at least in one way.
At the same time, we can't help but think of Bradstreet's huge achievement, as a woman and a published poet from the brand-new American colonies there weren't that many American poets of either gender back then. She's impressed by the power of Art, and believes it "can do much. To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings, Of cities founded, commonwealth begun, For my mean pen are too superior things: I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits, A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong, For such despite they cast on female wits; If what I do prove well, it won't advance, They'll say it's stol'n, or else it was by chance.
Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure: It's hard to imagine that publishing her work didn't feel at least a little like a reward for her own "striving pain" Lines 23-24 Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure: One of the things we really like about this poem is how the thoughts are linked together from line to line and stanza to stanza. It's not that they all hated women or anything, but they definitely believed in the idea of the "weaker sex.