Birthday thoughts…

A birthday sonnet by John Milton…

How soon hath time the subtle thief of youth,

Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year!

My hasting days fly on with full career,

But my late spring no bud or blossom showeth.

erhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,

That I to manhood am arrived so near,

And inward ripeness doth much less appear,

That some move timely happy spirits endueth.

et be it less or more, or soon or slow,

It shall be still in strictest measure even,

To that same lot, however mean or high,

oward which time leads me, and the will of heaven;

All is, if I have grace to use it so,

As ever in my great task master’s eye.”

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