XVIII <br /> <br />Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench <br />Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause <br />Pronounc't and in his volumes taught our Lawes, <br />Which others at their Barr so often wrench: <br />To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench <br />In mirth, that after no repenting drawes; <br />Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause, <br />And what the Swede intend, 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-18-2/
