Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. – William Cowper
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing. – William Cowper
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. – William Cowper
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing. – William Cowper
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair. – William Cowper