AUBREY DE VERE

There is no remedy for time misspent; No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.

Power's footstool is opinion and his throne the human heart.

Man should be ever better than he seems.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

Art thou a type of beauty, or of power, Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin?

Man should be ever better than he seems.

Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.

Art thou a type of beauty, or of power, Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin?

There is no remedy for time misspent; No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.

Power's footstool is opinion and his throne the human heart.