Sir Samuel Garth

For all their luxury was doing good.

For all their luxury was doing good.

Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.

Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.

Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdue here
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful year.
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The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.

Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,
Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run:
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Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,
Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run:
So lines that from their parallel decline,
More they proceed the more they still disjoin.

Where billows never break, not tempests roar.

Where billows never break, not tempests roar.