English poem
Xlvii
by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
“Vex not thy soul until the reckoning day, Though life be but the least thou hast to pay; Stand not too late on pleasure’s foaming brink, Nor yet, with sightless eld, outsit the play.
Versos English Walter Crane Xlvii
English poem
by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
“Vex not thy soul until the reckoning day, Though life be but the least thou hast to pay; Stand not too late on pleasure’s foaming brink, Nor yet, with sightless eld, outsit the play.