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.

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

Man should be ever better than he seems.

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.