NOW that the world is all in amaze, Drums and trumpets rending heav'ns, Wounds a-bleeding, mortals dying, Widows and orphans piteously crying; Armies marching, towns in a blaze, Kingdoms and states at sixes and sevens: What should an honest fellow do, Whose courage, and fortunes run equally low! Let him live, say I, till his glass be run, As easily as he may; Let the wine, and the sand of his glass flow together, For life's but a winter's day. Alas! from sun to sun, The time's very short, very dirty the weather, And we silently creep away. Let him nothing do, he could wish undone; And keep himself safe from the noise of gun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSE-BUD; TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM BROOME SUMMER DAWN by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) SONNET: 71 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON A GREEK VASE by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN LOVE AND SLEEP by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY ADMONITION by FREDERIKA BLACKNER ON THE DEATH OF COMMODORE OLIVER H. PERRY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |