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