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Стихотворение Samuel Daniel

Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew,
Whose short refresh upon the tender green
Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show,
And straight 'tis gone as it had never been.
Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish,
Short is the glory of the blushing rose;
The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish,
Yet which at length thou must be forced to lose.
When thou, surcharged with burthen of thy years,
Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth;
And that, in Beauty's Lease expired, appears
The Date of Age, the Calends of our Death--
But ah, no more!--this must not be foretold,
For women grieve to think they must be old.

THE SIDE ANOTHER

I became a quarry for
The claws of the fucking Law,
And within the walls and locks
I'm benumbed by wild hogs;

Let a crocodile's gob
_Make them savage oral-job!

Through the stench of muddy halls
Charring lungs and cramping balls,
Throgh the lachrymatory haze
Cattle's driven into craze;

All the snouts have to duck
_In the swamp of acrid muck!

Only some inflamed ass
Pining for refined caress
Could invent the squalid digs
And employ such ugly pigs;