Pierides | ||
96. The Iron Age.
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When Saturn dwelt in Italy,The Golden Age begun:
But (Ah!) ere my nativity,
The Golden Age was done.
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I've read how he sometimes would goAnd drink a pint of Wine
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Would tell a tale divine.
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They had their feasts of Love and Peace,Knitting their hearts in Uno:
But now in stead of these, we be
Like Hercules and Iuno.
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'Twas after that Iove had bereavenHis Father of his Crown,
And had assum'd the power of Heaven
To be his only own.
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This revolution did produceAn happy Scene of powers;
And pleasure then was grown profuse:
I wish the case were ours.
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But look where Pride doth sway the Stage,And Folly rules the Pagin,
Th' event will be the Iron Age,
As well you may imagine.
Pierides | ||