Lawrence Of Vertuous Father Vertuous Son (sonnet 17)

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Title:     Lawrence Of Vertuous Father Vertuous Son (sonnet 17)
Author: John Milton [More Titles by Milton]

Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son,
Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help wast a sullen day; what may be Won
>From the hard Season gaining: time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire
The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise
To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice
Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre?
He who of those delights can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.

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John Milton's poem: Lawrence Of Vertuous Father Vertuous Son (sonnet 17)

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