She keeps thee to this purpose, that her bequest
If it be betray'd, slander doth approve
Introduced grandfather to amuse friends
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley
How many bards gild the lapses of time
If it be betrayed, slander doth approve.
Fly away! fly away! you dangerous thing!
Inbetween, before, beneath and beyond
A little conceit? What a dangerous thing!
For when came poison from so sweet flowers?
Quite overcanopied with luscious green vines.
As the pallet whereon it must expire
With malign weakness benumbs feeling parts
Pluck immense teeth from enraged tigers' jaws
To restore to old age what youth hath lost
And to banish old age where youth hath lost
And restoring old age where youth hath lost
To refuse Virtue in thy nakedness
As gazelles leap a never-resting brook
For good is the life, ending faithfully
Fore-advised that from you great Rome shall suck
Alabaster will not outlast this rhyme
Unlock this casket, if after three nights
Put up your bright swords, for under this oath
