NOW that the world is all in amaze, Drums and trumpets rending heav'ns, Wounds a-bleeding, mortals dying, Widows and orphans piteously crying; Armies marching, towns in a blaze, Kingdoms and states at sixes and sevens: What should an honest fellow do, Whose courage, and fortunes run equally low! Let him live, say I, till his glass be run, As easily as he may; Let the wine, and the sand of his glass flow together, For life's but a winter's day. Alas! from sun to sun, The time's very short, very dirty the weather, And we silently creep away. Let him nothing do, he could wish undone; And keep himself safe from the noise of gun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 6 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING PERPLEXITY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA FOUR SONNETS: 1 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE SARAH THREENEEDLES (BOSTON, 1698) by KATHARINE LEE BATES IDYLL 16. TO THE EVENING STAR by BION |