I seek about this world unstable to find one faithful moral fable, but I cannot for all my wit so true one maxim find of it but say, it is deceivable. For yesterday I did declare how that the season soft and fair came in as fresh as peacock feather. This day it stings me like an adder. Things conclude me @3au contraire.@1 Yesterday fair upsprang the flowers, this day they are all slain with shears; and fowls in forests that sang clear now wake up with a dreary cheer. Full cold are both their beds and bowers. Next after summer, winter lean, next after comfort, care keen; next to dark midnight, mirthful morrow; next after joy come sorrow. So is this world and ever has been. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK AT ... THEATRE ROYALE, 1747 by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) BALLAD OF HECTOR IN HADES by EDWIN MUIR DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD NIGHT IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD |