<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 17</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son,<br>Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,<br>Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire<br>Help wast a sullen day; what may be Won<br>From the hard Season gaining: time will run<br>On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire<br>The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire<br>The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.<br>What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,<br>Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise <br>To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice<br>Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre?<br>He who of those delights can judge, and spare<br>To interpose them oft, is not unwise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Milton">John Milton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421474" data-title="Sonnet 17 de John Milton" data-description="XVII Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son, Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help wast a sullen day; what may be Won From the hard Season gaining: time will run On smoother, till ..."></div> </div> </div>

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