• This Day, whate'er the Fates decree; Shall still be kept with Joy by me: This Day then, let us not be told, That you are sick, and I grown old

    Jonathan Swift: This Day, whate'er the Fates decree;
Shall still be kept with Joy by me:
This Day then, let us not be told,
That you are sick, and I grown old
    Jonathan Swift, Sir Walter Scott (1814). “The Works of Jonathan Swift: Miscellaneous poems”, p.500