Dear fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest Soon topples down the hill. You may, that mirror for a school, Be passionate, not bountiful As common beauties may, Who were not born to keep in trim With old Ezekiel's cherubim But those of Beauvarlet. I know what wages beauty gives, How hard a life her servant lives, Yet praise the winters gone: There is not a fool can call me a friend, And I may dine at journey's end With Landor and with Donne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM WINTER FANTASY by ADELE BABBITT ECLOGUE THE THIRD; A MAN, A WOMAN, SIR ROGER by THOMAS CHATTERTON RIDIN' by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. AN EPISTLE TO AN AFFLICTED PROTESTANT LADY IN FRANCE by WILLIAM COWPER |