Elegiac sonnets. Volume 2 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET LXXIII. TO A QUERULOUS ACQUAINTANCE. THOU! whom Prosperity has always led          O'er level paths, with moss and flow'rets strewn; For whom she still prepares a downy bed          With roses scatter'd and to thorns unknown, Wilt thou yet murmur at a mis-placed leaf? [Note:] SONNET LXXIII. Line 5. "Wilt thou yet murmur at a misplaced leaf?" From a story (I know not where told) of a fastidious being, who on a bed of rose leaves complained that his or her rest was destroyed because one of those leaves was doubled.          Think, ere thy irritable nerves repine,          How many, born with feelings keen as thine, Taste all the sad vicissitudes of grief; How many steep in tears their scanty bread;          Or, lost to reason, Sorrow's victims! rave: How many know not where to lay their head;          While some are driven by anguish to the grave! Think; nor impatient at a feather's weight, Mar the uncommon blessings of thy fate!  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION