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
The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown. – William Cowper