I've always found the poetry of John Dryden congenial. Here's something from “The Secular Masque”:
All, all, of a piece throughout,
Thy chase had no beast in view;
Thy wars brought nothing about;
Thy lovers were all untrue.
'Tis well that the old age is out,
And time to begin a new.
Good riddance to a mostly crappy year.
Welcome, 2011.
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