It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
All that in this delightful garden grows, Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.
Happy ye leaues when as those lilly hands,
which hold my life in their dead doing might
shall handle you and hold in loues soft bands,
lyke captiues trembling at the victors sight.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories