A Paraneaticall Or Advice Verse To His Friend, Mr John Wicks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Is this a life to break thy sleepA
To rise as soon as day doth peepA
To tire thy patient ox or assB
By noon and let thy good days passB
Not knowing this that Jove decreesC
Some mirth t' adulce man's miseriesC
No 'tis a life to have thine oilD
Without extortion from thy soilD
Thy faithful fields to yield thee grainE
Although with some yet little painE
To have thy mind and nuptial bedF
With fears and cares uncumberedF
A pleasing wife that by thy sideF
Lies softly panting like a brideF
This is to live and to endearG
Those minutes Time has lent us hereG
Then while fates suffer live thou freeH
As is that air that circles theeH
And crown thy temples too and letF
Thy servant not thy own self sweatF
To strut thy barns with sheaves of wheatF
Time steals away like to a streamI
And we glide hence away with themJ
No sound recalls the hours once fledF
Or roses being witheredF
Nor us my friend when we are lostF
Like to a dew or melted frostF
Then live we mirthful while we shouldF
And turn the iron age to goldF
Let's feast and frolic sing and playK
And thus less last than live our dayK
Whose life with care is overcastF
That man's not said to live but lastF
Nor is't a life seven years to tellL
But for to live that half seven wellL
And that we'll do as men who knowM
Some few sands spent we hence must goM
Both to be blended in the urnN
From whence there's never a returnN

Robert Herrick



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