The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #102051 Message #2074061
Posted By: Rapparee
11-Jun-07 - 05:43 PM
Thread Name: BS: Death
Subject: RE: BS: Death
...But none I think do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hew Sits on thy skin like morning [dew] And while thy willing Soul transpires At every pore with instant Fires, Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like am'rous birds of prey, Rather at once our Time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r. Let us roll all our Strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one Ball: And tear our Pleasures with rough strife, Thorough the Iron gates of Life. Thus, though we cannot make our Sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.