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. Ballad, on a Late Occurrence
2. Impromptu, to a Young Lady Singing
3. Epistle from Arthur Grey, the Footman, to Mrs. Murray, after His Condemnation for Attempting to Comm
4. Town Eclogues: Wednesday; the Tête à Tête
5. Town Eclogues: Thursday; the Bassette-Table

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