To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:--
Jocund his Muse was, but his Life was chaste.
To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:--
Jocund his Muse was, but his Life was chaste.
Though hourly comforts from the gods we see,
No life is yet life-proof from misery.
And when all bodies meet,
In Lethe to be drown'd,
Then only numbers sweet
With endless life are crown'd.
Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight,
But stay the time till we have bade good-night.
You first of all crown'd her; she must, of due,
Render for that, a crown of life to you.
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