Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. – William Cowper
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me. – William Cowper
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. – William Cowper
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me. – William Cowper
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing. – William Cowper
War is a game which were their subjects wise, kings would not play at. – William Cowper