CLXIV and CLXV
"Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft" and "The Publican"
Remember, time will steal your precious purse;
and though you must now train it to endure
a little while, don’t fail to so disperse
your pennies—joy you might as well procure.
For Summer lasts but just a little while,
and summers total are a numbered thing.
Spend now your coin on sunlight for a mile,
and in the darkness spend remembering.
That is indeed the best of purchases:
the transaction of memory so sweet.
And honest sellers hark their services
by what experiences they can meet.
You may not go and bottle up the Sun,
but while it lasts, do have a bit of fun.
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How inconsiderate that brute can be.
How rude to those who love him is he yet.
How is it that his instinct still won’t see
the savagery his actions still beget.
When everything demands his every strength,
he waits for some instruction that won’t come.
When his recourses are the very length
to aid, his first instinct is still to run.
He is indeed degenerate. Or haps,
he never generated more than this.
His past indeed is fraught with many gaps.
So many times to grow, and he would miss.
How inconsiderate that brute can be.
That savage who still shares his name with me.