To Mrs. Thrale, On Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year

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Title:     To Mrs. Thrale, On Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year
Author: Samuel Johnson [More Titles by Johnson]

AN IMPROMPTU.

Oft in danger, yet alive,
We are come to thirty-five;
Long may better years arrive,
Better years than thirty-five!
Could philosophers contrive
Life to stop at thirty-five,
Time his hours should never drive
O'er the bounds of thirty-five.
High to soar, and deep to dive,
Nature gives at thirty-five.
Ladies, stock and tend your hive,
Trifle not at thirty-five;
For, howe'er we boast and strive.
Life declines from thirty-five.
He that ever hopes to thrive
Must begin by thirty-five;
And all, who wisely wish to wive,
Must look on Thrale at thirty-five.

[The end]
Samuel Johnson's poem: To Mrs. Thrale, On Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year

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