We that with song our pilgrimage beguile, With purple islands which a sunset bore, We, sunk upon the sacrilegious shore, May parley with oblivion awhile.
Masha Paltsevaje citiralaпре 3 године
I think our world is not a place of rest, But where a man may take his little ease, Until the landlord whom he never sees Gives that apartment to another guest.
Masha Paltsevaje citiralaпре 3 године
Live well! Be wary of this life, I say; Do not o'erload yourself with righteousness. Behold! the sword we polish in excess, We gradually polish it away.