Archive for August 23rd, 2014

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Sonnet. Death by William Walsh

What has this Bugbear Death, that’s worth our Care?
After a Life in Pain and Sorrow past,
After deluding Hope and dire Despair,
Death only gives us Quiet at the last.

How strangely are our Love and Hate misplac’d!
Freedom we seek, and yet from Freedom flee;
Courting those Tyrant-Sins that chain us fast,
And shunning Death, that only sets us free.

‘Tis not a foolish fear of future Pains,
(Why should they fear who keep their Souls from Stains?)
That makes me dread thy Terrors, Death, to see:
‘Tis not the Loss of Riches, or of Fame,
Or the vain Toys the Vulgar Pleasures name:
‘Tis nothing, Caelia, but losing thee.

From: Walsh, William, The Poetical Works of William Walsh with the Life of the Author, 1797, C. Cooke: London, p. 21.

From: 1692

By: William Walsh (1662-1708)