English poem
THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CCVII
by Anonymous
Preach not to me your musty Rules, Ye Drones that mould in idle Cell; The Heart is wiser than the Schools, The Senses always reason well: If short my Span, I less can spare, To pass one single Pleasure by; An Hour is long, if lost in Care, They only live, who Life enjoy.
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