I shared a sonnet by Royal Tyler a couple of days go… here is another!

Sonnet to an Old Mouser

Child of lubricious art, of sanguine sport!
Of pangful mirth! sweet ermin’d sprite!
Who lov’st, with silent, velvet step, to court
The bashful bosom of the night.
Those elfin eyes can pierce night’s sable gloom,
And witch her fairy prey with guile,
Who sports fell frolic o’er the grisly tomb,
And gracest death with dimpling smile!
Daughter of ireful mirth, sportive in rage,
Whose joy should shine in sculptur’d bas relief
Like Patience, in rapt Shakespeare’s deathless page,
Smiling in marble at wan grief.
Oh, come, and teach me all thy barb’rous joy,
To sport with sorrow first, and then destroy

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