Mary Wortley Montagu (Мэри Уортли Монтегю)

Written at Lovere, 1755

Wisdom, slow product of laborious years,
The only fruit that life's cold winter bears;
Thy sacred seeds in vain in youth we lay,
By the fierce storm of passion torn away.
Should some remain in a rich gen'rous soil,
They long lie hid, and must be rais'd with toil;
Faintly they struggle with inclement skies,
No sooner born than the poor planter dies. 

1. Impromptu, to a Young Lady Singing
2. Town Eclogues: Saturday; the Small-Pox
3. On Seeing a Portrait of Sir Robert Walpole
4. The Bride in the Country
5. Answered, for Lord William Hamilton

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