Grave Temperaments.

To live for present life, and feel no crime1
To see in life a merry-morrice craft,2
Where he has done the best who most has laugh’d,3
Is Youth’s fit heaven, nor thus the less sublime :4
But not to all men in their best of prime,5
Is given by Nature this miraculous draught6
Of inward happiness, which, hourly quaff’d,7
Seems to the reveller deep beyond all time.8
Therefore encumber not the sad young heart9
With exhortations to impossible joy,10
And charges of morose and thankless mood ;11
For there is working in that girl or boy12
A power which will and must remain apart13
Only by Love approach’d and understood.14