“The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace”
“But at my back I always hear Time’s winged chariot hurrying near.”
“Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.”
“The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace”
“But at my back I always hear Time’s winged chariot hurrying near.”
“Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.”