GOOD friends, you urge my Odes grow trite, And that of worthless station, Of fleeting youth and joy, I write With endless iteration. But say, in mortals, base or great, Have you a change detected? Are they, when victors, less elate, When vanquished, less dejected? Do they no more in mundane mire For golden garbage scramble? Or, but companioned with the lyre, Up twisting Anio ramble? Hath fortune ceased to prove a jade? Hath favour waxed less fickle? Hath shamed Bellona dropped her blade, Or Death put up his sickle? Doth age no longer rime the hair? Finds Virtue always supper? Or, when cit. rides a Knight, doth Care No more bestride the crupper? Do not the rosy hours wax pale, New loves old loves disherit; And sleight of golden showers prevail 'Gainst Danae's brazen turret? Sooth, @3verbum sap@1. But then, Jove knows! Men are not wise, but foolish, Whether they scan Soracte's snows, Or those near Ballachulish. Still, still they hug the bestial sty, And have not changed one wee bit; Unpleasing truth, which "@3Repeti-@1 @3Ta decies (non) placebit@1." Ask such to share my Sabine meal! To twine the parsley classic! For such to break the Manlian seal, And liberate my Massic! A pretty tale! Why, ken you not, Good friends, as lately showed I, In verse already you've forgot, -- @3Profanum vulgus odi@1? Fair maid, or Minister, I dine, Toast Rome or @3Alma Venus:@1 When Lydia will not kiss my wine, Why, then, I ask Maecenas. For such and self the chords I strike Of wisdom, love, and scorning; And if the world my themes dislike, Well, -- gentlemen, Good morning! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLAYERS ASK FOR A BLESSING ON THE PSALTERIES AND ON THEMSELVES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB THE FADED VIOLET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 137. THE JEWISH CAPTIVE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |