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Poem by Samuel Johnson


To Mrs. Thrale on Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year


Oft in danger, yet alive,
We are come to thirty-five;
Long may better years arrive,
Better years than thirty-five.
Could philosophers contrive
Life to stop at thirty-five,
Time his hours should never drive
O'er the bounds of thirty-five
High to soar, and deep to dive,
Nature gives at thirty-five.
Ladies, stop and tend your hive,
Trifle not at thirty-five;
For, howe'er we boast and strive,
Life declines from thirty-five:
He that ever hopes to thrive
Must begin by thirty-five:
And all who wisely wish to wive
Must look on Thrale at thirty-five. 



Samuel Johnson


Samuel Johnson's other poems:
  1. To Myrtilis - The New Year's Offering
  2. Parody of a Translation from the Medea of Euripides
  3. To Miss --
  4. From the Medea of Euripides
  5. Written at the Request of a Gentleman to Whom a Lady Had Given a Sprig of Myrtle


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