OAutumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
william blakeLove refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges, hath his seat In reason, and is judicious, is the scale By which to heav'nly love thou may'st ascend, Not sunk in carnal pleasure, for which cause Among the beasts no mate for thee was found.
john miltonSo may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature: This is old age; but then thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To withered weak and grey.
john miltonFear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
thomas haynes baylyYes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Oliver Wendell HolmesOn parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep Calm thou may'st smile, while all around thee weep.
When summoned hence to thine eternal sleep, Oh, may'st thou smile while all around thee weep.
Charles WesleyFear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
thomas haynes baylyO Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
Thou canst not joke an Enemy into a Friend; but thou may'st a Friend into an Enemy.
Benjamin Franklin