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English
1708
LXXV. And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass Among the Guests Star scatter'd on The Grass, And in Thy joyous Errand reach the Spot Where I made one  turn down an empty Glass! AND WHEN THYSELF WITH SHINING FOOT SHALL PASS AMONG THE GUESTS STAR SCATTERED ON THE GRASS AND IN THY JOYOUS ERIN REACHED THE SPOT WHERE I MADE ONE TURN DOWN AN EMPTY GLASS
it in Men's Eye much wrong: Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup, And sold my Reputation for a Song. LXX. Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore--but was I sober when I swore? And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My thread-bare Penitence a-pieces tore. LXXI. And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the Goods they sell. LXXII. Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the Branches sang, Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows! LXXIII. Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits--and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire! LXXIV. Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane, The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again: How oft hereafter rising shall she look Through this same Garden after me--in vain! AKEN UNAWARE INDEED THE IDOLS I HAVE LOVED SO LONG HAVE DONE MY CREDIT IN MEN'S EYE MUCH WRONG HAVE DROWNED MY HONOUR IN A SHALLOW CUP AND SOLD MY REPUTATION FOR A SONG INDEED INDEED REPENTANCE OFT BEFORE I SWORE BUT WAS I SOBER WHEN I SWORE AND THEN AND THEN CAME SPRING AND ROSE IN HAND MY THREADBARE PENITENCE A PIECES TORE AND MUCH AS WINE HAS PLAYED THE INFIDEL AND ROBBED ME OF MY ROBE OF HONOUR WELL I OFTEN WONDER WHAT THE VINTNERS BUY ONE HALF SO PRECIOUS AS THE GOODS THEY SELL ALAS THAT SPRING SHOULD VANISH WITH THE ROSE THAT YOUTH'S SWEET SCENTED MANUSCRIPT SHOULD CLOSE THE NIGHTINGALE THAT IN THE BRANCHES SANG AH WHENCE AND WHITHER FLOWN AGAIN WHO KNOWS AH LOVE COULD THOU AND I WITH FATE CONSPIRE TO GRASP THIS SORRY SCHEME OF THINGS ENTIRE WOULD NOT WE SHATTER IT TO BITS AND THEN REMOULD IT NEAR TO THE HEART'S DESIRE AH MOON OF MY DELIGHT WHO KNOW'ST NO WANE THE MOON OF HEAVEN IS RISING ONCE AGAIN HOW OFT HEREAFTER RISING SHALL SHE LOOK THROUGH THIS SAME GARDEN AFTER ME IN VAIN
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