In court to serve decked with fresh array, Of sugar'd meats feeling the sweet repast, The life in banquets, and sundry kinds of play Amid the press of lordly looks to waste Hath with it join'd oft times such bitter taste, That who so joys such kinds of life to hold, In prison joys, fetter'd with chains of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MANASSAS [JULY 21, 1861] by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI THE VIGILANTES by MARGARET ELIZA ASHMUN ODE UPON THE SHORTNESS OF MAN'S LIFE by ABRAHAM COWLEY |