Thomas Love Peacock
Life's Uncertain Day - Poem by Thomas Love Peacock
The briefest part of life's uncertain day,
Youth's lovely blossom, hastes to swift decay:
While love, wine, song, enhance our gayest mood
Old age creeps on, nor thought, nor understood.
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