 | The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne |  |
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CORINNA.
So well Corinna likes the Joy,
She vows she'll never more be coy,
She drinks eternal Draughts of Pleasure;
Eternal Draughts do not suffice,
O! give me, give me more she cries,
Tis all too little, little Measure.
She vows she'll never more be coy,
She drinks eternal Draughts of Pleasure;
Eternal Draughts do not suffice,
O! give me, give me more she cries,
Tis all too little, little Measure.
Thus wisely she makes up for Time
Mispent, while Youth was in its Prime:
So Travellers who waste the Day,
Careful and cautious of their Way.
Noting at length the setting Sun,
They mend their Pace as Night comes on,
Double their Speed to reach their Inn,
And whip and spur thro' thick and thin.
Mispent, while Youth was in its Prime:
So Travellers who waste the Day,
Careful and cautious of their Way.
Noting at length the setting Sun,
They mend their Pace as Night comes on,
Double their Speed to reach their Inn,
And whip and spur thro' thick and thin.
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