The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse.
Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well address'd. - Phineas Fletcher
Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well address'd.
- Phineas Fletcher
Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter. - Phineas Fletcher
Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter.
The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hea… - Phineas Fletcher
The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hea…
Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from heaven the news and prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to en… - Phineas Fletcher
Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from heaven the news and prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to en…
Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best. - Phineas Fletcher
Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best.
Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears. - Phineas Fletcher
Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears.
Love's tongue is in the eyes. - Phineas Fletcher
Love's tongue is in the eyes.
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