John Byrom ( 10 of 36 )
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? read more
But who would scorn the month of June,
Because December with his breath so hoary,
Must come? Much rather should he court the ray,
To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
But sighs subside, and tears (even widows') shrink,
Like Arno in the summer, to a shallow.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
And all may think which way their judgments lead 'em.
Despair of all recovery spoils longevity,
And makes men's miseries of alarming brevity.
Despair of all recovery spoils longevity,
And makes men's miseries of alarming brevity.
A tigress, robb'd of young, a lioness,
Or other interesting beast of prey,
Are similes at hand read more
A tigress, robb'd of young, a lioness,
Or other interesting beast of prey,
Are similes at hand for the distress
Of ladies who cannot have their own way.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend!
I ask but this of mine to--not defend.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
A sword laid by,
Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
