#melampyrum

So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn

As a decrepit father takes delight To see his active child do deeds of youth, So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite, Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth. For whether beauty, birth, or wealth,

Bored colors are named after Latin, But how much love they breathed in people! This name is akin to a shrine, How does the tale sound and sing the song. When I heard it, I return to old age, As if in a