XXI <br /> <br />Cyriac, whose grandsire on the royal bench <br />Of British Themis, with no mean applause <br />Pronounced and in his volumes taught our laws, <br />Which others at their bar so often wrench; <br />Today deep thoughts resolve with me to drench <br />In mirth, that after no repenting draws; <br />Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause, <br />And what the Swede intends, and what the French. <br />To measure life learn thou betimes, and know <br />Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; <br />For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, <br />And disapproves that care, though wise in show, <br />That with superfluous burden loads the day, <br />And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.<br /><br />John Milton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-21-2/
