Sir Samuel Garth ( 5 of 5 )
Where billows never break, not tempests roar.
Where billows never break, not tempests roar.
For all their luxury was doing good.
For all their luxury was doing good.
Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.
Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,
Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run:
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Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,
Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run:
So lines that from their parallel decline,
More they proceed the more they still disjoin.
Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
