| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| J. Milton |
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| LXXVI. To Mr. Lawrence |
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| 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 | 5 |
| On smoother, till Favonius reinspire | |
| The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire | |
| The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. | |
| What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, | |
| Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise | 10 |
| To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice | |
| Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? | |
| He who of those delights can judge, and spare | |
| To interpose them oft, is not unwise. | |
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