Song
by Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset (1638-1706)
May the ambitious ever find
Success in crowds and noise,
While gentle Love does fill my mind
With silent real joys;
May knaves and fools grow rich and great,
And the world think them wise;
While I lie dying at her feet,
And all the world despise.
Let conquering kings new triumphs raise,
And molt in court delights;
Her eyes can give much brighter days,
Her arms much softer nights.
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