by Sunday | Apr 21 | Literature in English WEAC
When remedies are past, griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mock’ry makes. The...
by Sunday | Apr 21 | Literature in English WEAC
When remedies are past, griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mock’ry makes. The...
by Sunday | Apr 21 | Literature in English WEAC
When remedies are past, griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mock’ry makes. The...
by Sunday | Apr 21 | Literature in English WEAC
When remedies are past, griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mock’ry makes. The...
by Sunday | Apr 21 | Literature in English WEAC
When remedies are past, griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mock’ry makes. The...
by Sunday | Apr 21 | Literature in English WEAC
Walker, stop and let me move and check you My sneaky, fleeting moon of reckless birth The light of hope you flashed at dawn has dimmed And flickers weakly, so you squint at Earth. Walker, stand and let me sit and quiz you Will foes and friends be irked if Mum...