Laudator Temporis Acti

Methinks all antediluvian Love was Whiter than snows atop higher tors; And with more troth dudes did kiss Purer maidens for pleasanter bliss. I deem Art shortly after Noah’s Ark To have been of better-spun spark; And bards of far more sublime quill Did indite with stouter metered skill. Niftier lines which Columbus hymned, On virgin voyages to terrains deemed By soil-tilling mortals uninhabited yet; Such ditties do dim both fear and fret. Tighter Calvary Faith as Bunyans Prisoners fell in Hades' vile plans, Wet-toweling martyrs' spirits bold, Felt saltier with truer saints of old. Daintier Oratory and Polemics alike Did with indeed finer Lincolns spike; Notches less finessed minions today, Such steadily sorrier contrasts betray.