Tis a petty kind of fame At best, that comes of making violins; And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go To purgatory none the less.
The Works of George Eliot: Poems (ed. 1900)
Tis a petty kind of fame At best, that comes of making violins; And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go To purgatory none the less.
The Works of George Eliot: Poems (ed. 1900)