Whilst round in wild rotations hurl'd,
These glittering forms I view,
Methinks the busy restless world
Is pictured in a few.
So may the busy world advance,
Since thus the Fates decree
It still may have its busy dance,
Whilst I retire with thee.
More verses by William Shenstone
- Elegy Xxii. Written In The Year ----, When The Rights Of Sepulture Were So Frequently Violated
- Elegy Xiv. Declining An Invitation To Visit Foreign Countries
- Ode To A Young Lady
- The Speeches Of Sloth And Virtue
- Extent Of Cookery