All souls beneath the gloom That pass with little flames, All these till time be run Pass one by one As Christs to save, and die; What wrong one sowed, Behold, another reaps! Where lips awake our joy The sad heart sleeps Within.
“For what to-morrow shall disclose, May spoil what you to-night propose: England may change; or Chloe stray: Love and life are for to-day.”
Matthew Prior | “Quid Sit Futurum Cras Fuge Quærere”
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