FALSE glozing pleasures, casks of happinesse, Foolish night-fires, womens and childrens wishes, Chases in arras, guilded emptinesse, Shadows well mounted, dreams in a career, Embroider'd lyes, nothing between two dishes; These are the pleasures here. True earnest sorrows, rooted miseries, Anguish in grain, vexations ripe and blown, Sure-footed griefs, solid calamities, Plain demonstrations, evident and cleare, Fetching their proofs ev'n from the very bone; These are the sorrows here. But oh the folly of distracted men, Who griefs in earnest, joyes in jest, pursue; Preferring, like brute beasts, a loathsome den Before a court, ev'n that above so cleare, Where are no sorrows, but delights more true Then miseries are here! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YESTERDAY AND TOMORROW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TIME OF LOVE by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH by THALIA BELL A PASSSGE TO ITALY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET QUEEN BERTHA by PHILIPPE-SIRICE BRIDEL |