To the old, long life and treasure; To the young, all health and pleasure; To the fair, their face With eternal grace; And the soul to be loved at leisure. To the witty, all clear mirrors, To the foolish, their dark errors; To the loving sprite, A secure delight: To the jealous, his own false terrors. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 25 by THOMAS CAMPION TWO OF A KIND by WALTER TALLMADGE ARNDT EMANCIPATION IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, APRIL 16, 1862 by JAMES MADISON BELL THE SENTRY'S MISTAKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |