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Do not allow sorrow to embrace thee
Nor an idle grief to occupy thy days,
Forsake not the book & the lover’s lips and the green bank of the field
Ere that the earth enfold thee in its bosom.

 

Bodl 76

Do not allow sorrow to embrace thee,
nor an idle grief to occupy thy days;
forsake not the book, and the lover's lips, and the green bank of the field,
ere that the earth enfold thee in its bosom.

F4 24

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End

HA 24a

Do not allow sorrow to embrace thee,
Nor an idle grief to occupy thy days,
Forsake not the book and the lover's lips and the green bank of the field,
Ere that the earth enfold thee in its bosom.

P 317

Beware lest grief and dole thy stronghold on thee take,
Lest fear of Fortune's might and craft hold on thee take:
Wine on the greensward drink, hard by the running stream,
Ere in the grave its wreak the earth-mould on thee take.

Th 1

Let not your soul in Sorrow's clasp be prest,
Nor let your days be filled with vain unrest;
The book, the loved one's lips and marge of mead
Forsake not ere Earth fold you in her breast.

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