Ever let thy Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home
Ever let thy Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home
Away with old Romance Away with novels, plots and plays of foreign courts Away with love-verses, sugar'd in rhyme, the intrigues, amours of idlers Fitted for only banquets of the night where dancers to late music slide The unhealthy pleasures, ex
Pleasure is oft a visitant but pain Clings cruelly to us.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories