So when or you or I are made
A fable, song, or fleeting shade,
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drowned with us in endless night.
"Corinna's Going A-Maying". - Hesperides (1648)
So when or you or I are made
A fable, song, or fleeting shade,
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drowned with us in endless night.
"Corinna's Going A-Maying". - Hesperides (1648)