Love Of Fame, The Universal Passion (Excerpt)

Man's rich with little, were his judgment true;
Nature is frugal, and her wants are few;
Those few wants answer'd, bring sincere delights;
But fools create themselves new appetites:
Fancy and pride seek things at vast expense,
Which relish not to reason, nor to sense.
When surfeit, or unthankfulness, destroys,
In nature's narrow sphere, our solid joys,
In fancy's airy land of noise and show,
Where nought but dreams, no real pleasures grow;
Like cats in air-pumps, to subsist we strive
On joys too thin to keep the soul alive.
Lemira's sick; make haste; the doctor call:
He comes; but where's his patient? At the ball.
The doctor stares; her woman curt'sies low,
And cries, "My lady, sir, is always so:
Diversions put her maladies to flight;
True, she can't stand, but she can dance all night:
I've known my lady (for she loves a tune)
For fevers take an opera in June:
And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold,
A midnight park is sovereign for a cold:
With colics, breakfasts of green fruit agree;
With indigestions, supper just at three."
A strange alternative, replied Sir Hans,
Must women have a doctor, or a dance?
Though sick to death, abroad they safely roam,
But droop and die, in perfect health, at home:
For want--but not of health, are ladies ill;
And tickets cure beyond the doctor's bill.

by Edward Young

Comments (8)

Dear old Esther was my friend. No word from her in ages. Her memory now is kept alive thanx to these PH pages. My dear if you should read these lines think back to those days when we shared our verses and our rhymes. Let's do it all again. I hear you say that was a day a long, long time ago. But don't forget your PH friends, and know we miss you so. Robert
Now you'd think with a name like paddy I'd be meself a limerick laddy and while this is true I can't write them as good as you do so I just take me leave then but not before I bless this with a ten.
How on earth did I miss this? ! She is one of the loveliest of ladies, inside and out. A muse to a fine pen it would seem! t x
Esther is a fine woman well-deserving of fond attention as a dear poetic friend.
'with a heart of pure gold' - that line alone defines Esther. A lovely, limerick Chuck that says a lot in so few words. Happy belated birthday Est! Nothing less than a 10 - this is Esther we're talking about! Justine :)
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