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Love is Best

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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Drawing the boundary…

Horace, Ode XI. Lib. I

by Robert Fergusson

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Drawing the boundary…

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Love is Best

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Dare all things for Love’s sake, since love is best.
Of Fate ask nothing, rather by your deeds
Rebuke it for its niggard ways unblest,
And trust to Love to shield you in your needs.
Remember in the shade of the new years
Only what Love has given. This shall be
Daily your dole, a safeguard from your tears,
Outwitting change and Time’s inconstancy.

—Knock loudly at Love’s door. He is awake.
Offer him roses. 'Tis his month of June.
Watch all his ways. Do worship for his sake.
Seek out his service. He shall serve you soon.
Know this of Love, who fears not Fate’s disaster
Answers for both and is of Time the master.

Horace, Ode XI. Lib. I

by Robert Fergusson

Ne'er fash your thumb what gods decree
To be the weird o' you or me,
Nor deal in cantrup's kittle cunning
To speir how fast your days are running.
But patient lippen for the best,
Nor be in dowy thought opprest,
Whether we see mare winters come
Than this that spits wi' canker'd foam.
Now moisten weel your geyzen'd wa'as
Wi' couthy friends and hearty blaws;
Ne'er lat your hope o'ergang your days,
For eild and thraldom never stays;
The day looks gash, toot aff your horn,
Nor care yae strae about the morn.

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