But why 'gainst thee, O Death!
But why 'gainst thee, O Death!
But Flowers do often Serpents hide.
When unto such a Maid has given her Heart,
And said, Alone my Happiness thou art,
In thee and in thy Truth I place my Rest.
The being Witty, Great, and Fair!
That Fame can never die.
Wise Fools, to do them Right, we these must hold,
Who Love depose, and Homage pay to Gold.
But, O, the Laurel'd Fool!
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories