Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
Edmund SpenserThis iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
Edmund SpenserAh! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
Edmund SpenserThis iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
Edmund Spenser