Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YOUTH IS SWEET AND WELL, by LORENZO DE' MEDICI Poet's Biography Last Line: But doth speed away Alternate Author Name(s): Lorenzo The Magnificent Subject(s): Youth; Transcience | ||||||||
YOUTH is sweet and well But doth speed away! Let who will be gay, To-morrow, none can tell. Bacchus and his Fair, Contented with their fate, Chase both time and care, Loving soon and late; High and low estate With the nymphs at play; Let who will be gay, To-morrow, none can tell. Laughing satyrs all Set a hundred snares, Lovelorn dryads fall In them unawares: 105 Glad with wine, in pairs They dance the hours away: Let who will be gay, To-morrow, none can tell. Not unwillingly Were these nymphs deceived: From Love do but flee Graceless hearts aggrieved: Deceivers and deceived Together wend their way. Let who will be gay, To-morrow, none can tell. Fat Silenus nears On an ass astride: Full of wine and years, Come and see him ride: He lolls from side to side But gleefully alway: Let who will be gay, To-morrow, none can tell. Midas following, Turneth all to gold: What can treasure bring To a heart that'''s cold? And what joy unfold For who thirsteth, pray? Let who will be gay, To-morrow, none can tell. Ears be very bold, Count not on to-morrow: Let both young and old, Lads and lassies, borrow Joy and banish sorrow. Doleful thoughts and grey: 107 Let who will be gay, To-morrow, none can tell. Lads and lassies all, Love and Bacchus Hail! Dance and song befall! Pain and sadness fail! Tender hearts prevail, Happen then what may! Let who will be gay, To-morrow, none can tell. Youth is sweet and well But doth speed away | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOODNESS by ANDREA HOLLANDER BUDY TO TELL THE BEAUTY WOULD DECREASE by EMILY DICKINSON SPEED THE PARTING - by ELINOR WYLIE THE BLOOM HATH FLED THY CHEEK, MARY by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL I AM TIRED OF ALL THE YEARS CAN GIVE by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SWIFTLY THE DAYS FLY PAST by GIUSEPPE PARINI O NOW, ALTHOUGH THE YEAR BE DONE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SIT DOON BY ME, MY CANTY FREEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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