Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Edmund WallerTea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
Edmund WallerPoets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
Edmund WallerTea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
Edmund Waller