Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may;
With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day.
John Conington Quotes
1825–1869 England
John Conington (10 August 1825 – 23 October 1869) was an English classical scholar.
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Also known as: Conington, Conington, John
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Blest pair! if aught my verse avail,
No day shall make your memory fail
From off the heart of time.
O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,
Why make such game of this poor life of ours?
E'en here the tear of pity springs,
And hearts are touched by human things.
Then come the clamour and the blare,
And shouts and clarions rend the air.
'Tis thus that men to heaven aspire:
Go on and raise your glories higher.
Myself not ignorant of woe,
Compassion I have learned to show.
This suffering will yield us yet
A pleasant tale to tell.
None knows the reason why this curse
Was sent on him, this love of making verse.
While memory lasts and pulses beat,
The thought of Dido shall be sweet.
Mere grace is not enough: a play should thrill
The hearer's soul, and move it at its will.
Fell lust of gold! abhorred, accurst!
What will not men to slake such thirst?
My life is lived, and I have played
The part that Fortune gave.
They can because they think they can.
Death takes the mean man with the proud;
The fatal urn has room for all.
Now for a heart that scorns dismay:
Now for a soul prepared.
A wet summer and a fine winter should be the farmer's prayer.
Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Conington (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.