HAPPY the man, who free as air, By nuptial ties no longer bound, With dearest wife lays every care Low under ground. While he with fops, sips tea with toasts; Airy, and gay, in his attire; Whose pride, in age, and winter's frost, Can yield him fire. Blest, who can unconcernedly find Days, hours, and years, glide soft away; Who jokes, and laughs, with vacant mind, Though hairs grow grey. No sleep by night -- dancing and drink Together mixt, sweet recreation! And making love, which witlings think Gives reputation. Thus let me live, thus dance through life, thus, unconnected, let me die; Steal from the world, without a wife To LAUGH -- or CRY! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS KEATS (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE LEGEND by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER MY BEAUTIFUL LADY by THOMAS WOOLNER FESSEDEN'S GARDEN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS |