The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse. Votes: 4
Drop, drop, slow tears, and bathe those beauteous feet Which brought from heaven the news and prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, his mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance sin doth never cease; In your deep floods drown all my faults and fears, Nor let his eye see sin but through my tears. Votes: 4
Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best. Votes: 3
Love's tongue is in the eyes.... Votes: 3
Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter. Votes: 2
Long open panegyric drags at best, And praise is only praise when well address'd. Votes: 2
Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears. Votes: 0