Thomas Love Peacock (Томас Лав Пикок)

A Glee

Quickly pass the social glass,
Hence with idle sorrow!
No delay---enjoy today,
Think not of tomorrow!
Life at best is but a span,
Let us taste it whilst we can;
Let us still with smiles confess,
All our aim is happiness!

Childish fears, and sighs and tears
Still to us are strangers;
Why destroy the bud of joy
With ideal dangers?
Let the song of pleasure swell;
Care with us shall never dwell;
Let us still with smiles confess,
All our aim is happiness! 

1. The Lady, the Knight, and the Friar
2. Life's Uncertain Day
3. Quintetto
4. Lines on the Death of Julia
5. Instead of Sitting Wrapped up in Flannel

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