Occasions Off-spring | ||
Summer.
Snakes cast their skins, and they are young ag'nSummers the substance, winter the cast skin:
Summer is Youth in sprightly Æquipage,
Winter's decrepit crasie, useless Age.
Sol's aureat beames so guild the worlds vast stage,
Twere small mistake, to calt the golden age;
Summers all praise, what need it then a Poet
to speak it faire? since who know nought else, know it
I might imbellish summers sweet complexion,
Call Winter death; Summer the resurrection.
And when my tale with all my art is told,
What will the world conclude my news, but old?
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A summers' evening, is a winters day.
But Ile abruptly off, and what I have,
Begun absurdly, as absurdly leave;
Least I goe scale the spheares, and blinde with light
Set in a cloud & simply say, Good night:
Occasions Off-spring | ||