And that we'll do, as men who know,
Some few sands spent, we hence must go,
Both to be blended in the urn
From whence there's never a return.
Adulce, sweeten.
Strut, swell.
671. ONCE SEEN AND NO MORE.
Thousands each day pass by, which we,
Once past and gone, no more shall see.
672. LOVE.
This axiom I have often heard,
Kings ought to be more lov'd than fear'd.
673. TO M. DENHAM ON HIS PROSPECTIVE POEM.
Or look'd I back unto the times hence flown
To praise those Muses and dislike our own—
Or did I walk those Pæan-gardens through,
To kick the flowers and scorn their odours too—
I might, and justly, be reputed here
One nicely mad or peevishly severe.
But by Apollo! as I worship wit,
Where I have cause to burn perfumes to it;
So, I confess, 'tis somewhat to do well
In our high art, although we can't excel
