And lookest thy crystal glass in thy feelest cold ,
To straw the sum of thy kindred account with the vilest roses
As lusty treasures benign leaps of sunken eyes
And your beloved elopes the substerfuge of forlorn times
The wrinkles of shrinking violet bespattered the golden usury of thriftless eulogy for summon of oracles in the leapfrog of yonder heights,
Then let not thy hideous steam bedraggle beneath nuances of your harmattan haze
Where the beauty of sweet treasure forbidd the usury of distilling showers in beautiful spring
Can happiness be loaned from a loan book and be ten times sweeter by its lustre than honey combs?
Then what could happiness amiss do if thou shouldest fail to pluck it from the vineyard of pyrhic victory
Leaving thee bland for posterity?
Feeble hands with feeble eyes in dunk dotards reeleth to pay homage not adorned by feeble feet
Why cravest wanton dire in displeasing notes
All in the silly vile to dote the beautiful songs caroling the fantasy of the beautiful dreams,
As fast as thou shalt fade with forlorn times,
So fast shall thou growest in sunny times
Whereon estranged folly begat thee knight of old
And then behold your sweet roses begat thee stardom of sunny times
That you say 'many are the uses of adversity '
But in unthrifty land of forlorn times
"adversities are the uses of prosperity '
To make the bait for the moult of forlorn times
Changes cometh in the beautiful spring to the sinking shore
Where many miles of viles and encroaching miles evanesce in broken flights
O that you may dope 'many are the uses of adversity 'even much more as the forlorn times day 'adversities are the uses of prosperity '.
Princes and princesses of gold pluck the golden stars from forlorn times
Where wilderness sands as wilderness ramblings pluck their golden robes .
Behold now your beneath and pluck thy golden roses from forlorn times.
Oh not the forlorn times but forlorn roses of the golden hills.
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