You are so witty, profligate, and thin, At once we think thee Milton, Death, and Sin.
You are so witty, profligate, and thin, At once we think thee Milton, Death, and Sin.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay And if in death still lovely, lovelier there Far lovelier pity swells the tide of love.
Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories