Our ills are worse than at their ease
These blameless happy souls suspect,
They only study the disease,
Alas, who live not to detect.


In the Depths, st. 3.


Our ills are worse than at their ease These blameless happy souls suspect, They only study the disease, Alas, who live not to detect.

Our ills are worse than at their ease These blameless happy souls suspect, They only study the disease, Alas, who live not to detect.

Our ills are worse than at their ease These blameless happy souls suspect, They only study the disease, Alas, who live not to detect.

Our ills are worse than at their ease These blameless happy souls suspect, They only study the disease, Alas, who live not to detect.