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Alexander Brome (Александр Бром)


A Catch


LEt's leave off our labour, and now let's go play;
For this is our time to be jolly;
Our plagues and our plaguers are both fled away;
To nourish our griefs is but folly.
He that won't drink and sing,
Is a Traytor to's King;
And so's he that does not look twenty years younger,
We'l look blithe and trim,
With rejoycing at him
That is the restorer, and will be the Prolonger,
Of all our felicity and health,
The joy of our hearts, and increase of our wealth;
'Tis he brings our trading, our trading brings riches,
Our riches brings honours, at which every mind itches,
And our riches bring Sack, & our Sack brings us joy,
And our joy makes us leap, and sing Vive le Roy.



Alexander Brome's other poems:
  1. The Cavalier
  2. The Prodigal
  3. The Reformation
  4. The Hard Heart
  5. The Libertine


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) A Catch ("When roads are mired with ice and snow")

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