Representative Poetry Online
On this day: November 25th
Random Poem of the Day
1Men drop so fast, ere Life’s mid Stage we tread,
2Few know so many Friends alive as dead;
3Yet, as immortal, in our uphill Chace,
4We press coy Fortune with unslacken’d Pace;
5Our ardent Labours for the Toy we seek,
6Join Night to Day, and Sunday to the Week,
7Our very Joys are anxious, and expire
Notes
8] Copied from Edward Young’s “Satire V. On Women,” lines 97-104. Back to Line