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.
-- Andrew Marvell, "To His Coy Mistress."