To Youth
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may;
The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.
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Upon Tears
Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.
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Peace Not Permanent
Great cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.
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Upon A Painted Gentlewoman
Men say you're fair; and fair ye are, 'tis true;
But, hark! we praise the painter now, not you.
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Nothing Free-cost
Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let
His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat.
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Casualties
Good things, that come of course, far less do please
Than those which come by sweet contingencies.
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Tears And Laughter
Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away,
Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.
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Safety On The Shore
What though the sea be calm? Trust to the shore;
Ships have been drown'd, where late they danced before.
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His Wish To Privacy
Give me a cell
To dwell,
Where no foot hath
A path;
There will I spend,
And end,
My wearied years
In tears.
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The Rosary
One asked me where the roses grew:
I bade him not go seek,
But forwith bade my Julia show
A bud in either cheek.
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