The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE XXXI.
[Welcome, my Lampe! awhile]
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Welcome, my Lampe! awhile,I may enioy thy oyle,
Without Disturbance; and allay
The foule distempers of the Day,
With sober recreations of the night;
All Eyes are closed, of Ignorance and Spight;
For it is late;
My watch doth prate
Of twelve or one. Deare Muses, wee may yet
Solace an howre. For ever may he gett
The name of Sluggard, who doth grutch
A midnight hower for witt, too much.
For me, I would allow
All time, one Day to you.
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Yet rather let vs keepeOur howers, and mocke at Sleepe.
For safest, when the Sun is downe,
From noise and Croud wee are our owne;
Nor yet auspicious Phebus can produce
Effects more glorious from the lab'ring Muse,
Then Luna pale;
Noe idle tale
Of giddie wits perplex her serious howers;
Noe loud day-noises, when the Cittie doores
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As ever have a Key too much.
Shee takes her wing. But stay,
The Cocke has summon'd Day.
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