| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | Upon a Venerable Rival | | By William Cowper |
| | | FULL thirty frosts since thou wert young | |
| Have chilld the witherd grove, | |
| Thou wretch! and hast thou lived so long | |
| Nor yet forgot to love! | |
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| Ye Sages! spite of your pretences | 5 |
| To wisdom, you must own | |
| Your folly frequently commences | |
| When you acknowledge none. | |
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| Not that I deem it weak to love, | |
| Or folly to admire; | 10 |
| But, ah! the pangs we lovers prove | |
| Far other years require. | |
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| Unheeded on the youthful brow | |
| The beams of Phbus play; | |
| But unsupported Age stoops low | 15 |
| Beneath the sultry ray. | |
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| For once, then, if untutord youth, | |
| Youth unapproved by years, | |
| May chance to deviate into truth, | |
| When your experience errs; | 20 |
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| For once attempt not to despise | |
| What I esteem a rule: | |
| Who early loves, though young, is wise, | |
| Who old, though gray, a fool. | | | | |
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