Author: Anonymous
A longing after more than outward pleasure,
A digging to discover hidden treasure.
An Aesop’s net, where mouse-like you may see
A nibbling coney set a lion free.
The most pleasant game that ever was invented.
The sweetest sin, so hard to be repented,
That makes the lawyer plead without a fee
And the divine commit idolatry;
That makes the daring soldier to prefer
A single combat far before the war;
Turns age to youth, that once again they might
In August taste of pleasant May’s delight.
