Izaak Walton

(1593-1683 / England)

Lines On A Portrait Of Donne In His Eighteenth Year - Poem by Izaak Walton

This was for youth, Strength, Mirth, and wit that Time
Most count their golden Age; but t'was not thine.
Thine was thy later yeares, so much refind
From youths Drosse, Mirth & wit; as thy pure mind
Thought (like the Angels) nothing but the Praise
Of thy Creator, in those last, best Dayes.
Witnes this Booke, (thy Embleme) which begins
With Love; but endes, with Sighes, & Teares for sin's.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 12, 2010



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