Then sleep the seasons, full of might; While slowly swells the pod, And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushroom bursts the sod. The winter comes: the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars; the white drift heaps against the hut; and night is pierced with stars.
Coventry PatmoreThe more wild and incredible your desire, the more willing and prompt God is in fulfilling it, if you will have it so.
Coventry PatmoreKind souls, you wonder why, love you, When you, you wonder why, love none We love, Fool, for the good we do, Not that which unto us is done!
Coventry PatmoreOne fool will deny more truth in half an hour than a wise man can prove in seven years.
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