Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c. THOU art indeed just, Lord, if I contend With thee; but, sir, so what I plead is just. Why do sinners' ways prosper? and why must Disappointment all I endeavour end? Wert thou my enemy, O thou my friend, How wouldst thou worse, I wonder, than thou dost Defeat, thwart me? Oh, the sots and thralls of lust Do in spare hours more thrive than I that spend, Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes Now leaved how thick! laced they are again With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes Them; birds build -- but not I build; no, but strain, Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes. Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAWTHORNE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LYDIA (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1718 by JONATHAN SWIFT TO H. M. by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) VINCENT VAN GOGH by HARRIET R. BEAN |