Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'Being Young and Green'.
Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Give over, air my mind
Hang out its ancient secrets in the strong wind
To be shredded and faded—
Oh, me, invaded
And sacked by the wind and the sun!
And as Ben thinks I'm now miserable and boring, Emily Dickinson's 'I Had No Time To Hate':
I had no time to hate, becauseThe grave would hinder me,And life was not so ample ICould finish enmity.Nor had I time to love, but sinceSome industry must be,The little toil of love, I thought,Was large enough for me.And finally some Horace:How come, Maecenas, no one alive’s ever contentWith the lot he chose or the one fate threw in his way,But praises those who pursue some alternative track?‘O fortunate tradesman!’ the ageing soldier criesBody shattered by harsh service, bowed by the years.The merchant however, ship tossed by a southern gale,Says: ‘Soldiering’s better. And why? You charge and then:It’s a quick death in a moment, or a joyful victory won.’When a client knocks hard on his door before cockcrowThe adept in justice and law praises the farmer’s life,While he, going bail and having been dragged up to townFrom the country, proclaims only town-dwellers happy.Quoting all the other numerous examples would tireEven that windbag Fabius. So to avoid
aying you, delHere’s what I’m getting at. If some god said: ‘Here I am!Now I’ll perform whatever you h: you be a merchant wisWho but now was a soldier: you the lawyer become a farmer:You change roles with him, he with you, and depart. Well!What are you waiting for? They’d refuse, on the verge of bliss.What in reason would stop Jove rightly swelling his cheeksThen, in anger, and declaring that er again will he nevBe so obliging as to attend to their prayers.