Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. William CowperUpon a Venerable Rival
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Have chill’d the wither’d grove,
Thou wretch! and hast thou lived so long
Nor yet forgot to love!
To wisdom, you must own
Your folly frequently commences
When you acknowledge none.
Or folly to admire;
But, ah! the pangs we lovers prove
Far other years require.
The beams of Phœbus play;
But unsupported Age stoops low
Beneath the sultry ray.
Youth unapproved by years,
May chance to deviate into truth,
When your experience errs;
What I esteem a rule:
Who early loves, though young, is wise,—
Who old, though gray, a fool.