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. Rich & Poor; or Saint & Sinner
3. Lines on the Death of Julia
4. To a Young Lady, Netting
5. The Sundial

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