Charles Lamb - SonnetCharles Lamb - Sonnet
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St. Crispin to Mr. Gifford.
All unadvised, and in an evil hour,
Lured by aspiring thoughts, my son, you daft
The lowly labours of the Gentle Craft
For learned toils, which blood and spirits sour.
All things, dear pledge, are not in all men`s power;
The wiser sort of shrub affects the ground;
And sweet content of mind is oftener found
In cobbler`s parlour, than in critic`s bower.
The sorest work is what doth cross the grain;
And better to this hour you had been plying
The obsequious awl with well-waxed finger flying,
Than ceaseless thus to till a thankless vein;
Still teazing Muses, which are still denying;
Making a stretching-leather of your brain.
R. et R.
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