poems for my friends

No indolent dreaming dawdler am I,

Nor am *******, while riches I descry.

Life’s heaving tides of woe shall spare me not,

Unless I, its unblocked courses defy

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Grave harm have lovers to themselves done,

Loving, ere understanding life begun,

They, with with’ered and wasted souls,

After vile, though pretty-faced creatures run.

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When my hands from brimming cups weakly shook,

I awoke, ere sense my wined mind forsook.

Shunning choice wines, as rich as purest gold,

I, of spring showers silv’ry draught partook

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Courage to reason second place must take.

For valour should not balanced judgment shake.

But if both in a hard soul united are,

Then Glory’s realms their own demesne shall make

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