The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/53

by George Granville

ON THE SAME.

So well Corinna likes the joy,
She vows ſhe ’ll never more be coy;
She drinks eternal draughts of pleaſure;
Eternal draughts do not ſuffice;
“O! give me, give me more,” ſhe cries,5
“’T is all too little, little meaſure.”

Thus wiſely ſhe makes up for time
Miſpent while youth was in its prime:
So travellers who waſte the day,
Careful and cautious of their way,10

Noting at length the ſetting ſun,
They mend their pace as night comes on,
Double their ſpeed to reach their inn,
And whip and ſpur thro’ thick and thin.14