How Soon Hath Time by John Milton How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my [one] and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew’th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu’th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Taskmaster’s eye. Happy Birthday Jake!!! My gift to you is a slightly edited poem by John Milton and a picture of a happy birthday mouse! Have a great day! :D
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 22:03:08 +0000
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