Not louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or when lap-dogs breathe their last.
Not louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or when lap-dogs breathe their last.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
The light of Heaven restore Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate.
But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college, or a cat; To some, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, T'enrich a bastard, or a son they hate.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories