The Reader's Choice
by HELEN BEVINGTON
FOR solace, look to Master Rabelais,
The blithe Montaigne, the frolicking John Gay,
And look to Chaucer, affable and mellow,
To tranquil Horace, that lighthearted fellow,
The revelers. I love a cheerful man,
Content with fortune and with rimes that scan
To praise retirement or the gaudy town,
The revelers. I love a cheerful man,
Content with fortune and with rimes that scan
To praise retirement or the gaudy town,
Or quick with prose to set a pleasure down,
Above whose disquisition I can hear
Consoling answer in the atmosphere
For you and me, my darling. Look to them
Who wore no grievance like a diadem.
Above whose disquisition I can hear
Consoling answer in the atmosphere
For you and me, my darling. Look to them
Who wore no grievance like a diadem.