“Where now the swarthy ferryman asks the crowd, Do you wish to venture toward the distant shore?, And hears in return a babble of voices loud Reply, “Row us there and let us moor
On safer land where we may rest secure. On dangerous fronts we certainly would not stray, Safe islands call us for a lovely tour Filled with joy and beauty and the array
Of fruits and juices wonderful to drink And nighttime pleasures beneath the glowing moon Where mind intoxicated needs not to think, We would not dare the heaving main so soon.
But let us rest and lie with pleasure awhile We have had enough of evil, falsehood and guile.”
Poems Undated (1727)
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