I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
But even the mere necessities upon't.
I am sick of this false world, and will love nought
But even the mere necessities upon't.
My life upon't, young though thou art, thine eye
Hath stay'd upon some favour that it loves;
Hath it not, boy?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories