No more of courts, of triumphs, or of arms,No more of Valour’s force, or Beauty's charms!The themes of vulgar lays with just disdainI leave unsung, the flocks, the amorous swain,The pleasures of the land, and terrors of the main.How abject, how inglorious 'tis to lieGrovelling in dust and darkness, when on highEmpires immense, and rolling worlds of light,To range their heavenly scenes the muse invite!
Sparkling and bright in liquid lightDoes the wine our goblets gleam in;With hue as red as the rosy bedWhich a bee would choose to dream in.Then fill to-night, with hearts as lightTo loves as gay and fleetingAs bubbles that swim on the beaker’s brimAnd break on the lips while meeting.
I hate the day, because it lendeth lightTo see all things, but not my love to see.Edmund Spenser
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