Lawn Tennis in the Temple Gardens
Not in contempt but to our sport inclined Smile on us, shades of Judges short and tall Portrayed on windows of the Temple Hall; There was a time that ye grave thoughts resigned, Then, warm with sack, the Serjeants' hearts waxed kind, In mirth Lords Keepers danced the galliard all, Not in contempt. Of pleasures past the shadows here we find, Gay strife on brighter swards we thus recall, Where maiden laughter winged the flying ball; Declare us, fair ones, with a merry mind Not in contempt.
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"Not in contempt but to our sport inclined..."
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