Nor love, nor honour, wealth nor power, Can give the heart a cheerful hour When health is lost, be timely wise With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Nor love, nor honour, wealth nor power, Can give the heart a cheerful hour When health is lost, be timely wise With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation Title and profit I resign The pot of honour shall be mine.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories