Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Edmund WallerHappy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.
Edmund WallerPoets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Edmund WallerHappy the innocent whose equal thoughts are free from anguish as they are from faults.
Edmund Waller