To Mr. Lawrence

By John Milton


LAWRENCE of vertuous Father vertuous Son,
         Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,
         Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
         Help wast a sullen day; what may be won
From the hard Season gaining: time will run
         On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
         The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire
         The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
         Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise
         To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice
Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre?
         He who of those delights can judge, and spare
         To interpose them oft, is not unwise.

DayPoems Poem No. 314
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