Classic Poem

ODE XXXI

1

Welcome my Lampe awhile;
I may enjoy thy oyle
Without Disturbance; and allay
The foule distempers of the Day,
With sober recreations, of the Night;
All Eyes are closed, of Ignorance and Spight;
For it is late;
My watch doth prate
Of twelve or one. Deare Muses, wee may yet
Solace an howre; for ever may he gett
The name of Sluggard, who doth grutch
A midnight hower, for witt too much.
For me, I would allow
All time, one day to yow.

2

Yet, rather let us keepe
Our howers; and mocke at Sleepe;
For safest, when the Sun is downe,
From noise and Croud, wee are our owne;
Nor yet auspicious Phebus, can produce
Effects more glorious, from the lab'ring Muse,
Then Luna pale;
Noe idle tale
Of giddie wits perplex her serious howers;
Noe loud day Noises, when the Cittie doores
Are all lockt up; but onlie such
As ever have a Key, too much.
Shee takes her wing; but stay,
The Cocke has summon'd Day.