Matthew Prior

At night astronomers agree.

At night astronomers agree.

The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
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The winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frightened shores.

He will not carry his wealth to the waters of Acheron.

He will not carry his wealth to the waters of Acheron.

In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
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In vain I trusted that the flowing bowl
Would banish sorrow, and enlarge the soul.
To the late revel, and protracted feast,
Wild dreams succeeded, and disorder'd rest.

I never strove to rule the roast,
She ne'er refus'd to pledge my toast.

I never strove to rule the roast,
She ne'er refus'd to pledge my toast.