Quickly pass the social glass,
Hence with idle sorrow!
No delay—enjoy today,
Think not of tomorrow!
Life at best is but a span,
Let us taste it whilst we can;
Let us still with smiles confess,
All our aim is happiness!
Childish fears, and sighs and tears
Still to us are strangers;
Why destroy the bud of joy
With ideal dangers?
Let the song of pleasure swell;
Care with us shall never dwell;
Let us still with smiles confess,
All our aim is happiness!
(Thomas Love Peacock)
More Poetry from Thomas Love Peacock:
Thomas Love Peacock Poems based on Topics: Life, Fear, Joy & Excitement, Pleasure, Happiness, Sadness, Danger & Risk, Confession- Palmyra (1st Edition) (Thomas Love Peacock Poems)
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- Palmyra (2nd Edition) (Thomas Love Peacock Poems)
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