<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Mr. Lawrence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, <br>Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, <br>Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire <br>Help waste a sullen day, what may be won <br>From the hard season gaining? Time will run<br>On smoother, till Favonius reinspire <br>The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire <br>The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun. <br>What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, <br>Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise<br>To hear the lute well touched, or artful voice <br>Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? <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=421496" data-title="To Mr. Lawrence de John Milton" data-description="Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till F..."></div> </div> </div>

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