To measure life learn thou betimes, and know And disapproves that care, though wise in show, J. Milton. 10 WHOE'ER she be, That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Lock'd up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny: 15 CIII. 5 Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth, And teach her fair steps tread our earth; A face made up Out of no other shop Than what Nature's white hand sets ope. Sydnaean showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers 20 |