Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. – William Cowper
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged. – William Cowper

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. – William Cowper
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged. – William Cowper
The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown. – William Cowper