Enamour in prospective,
And satisfy, obtained.
XLIX.
This merit hath the worst, —
It cannot be again.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,
The maimed may pause and breathe,
Enamour in prospective,
And satisfy, obtained.
XLIX.
This merit hath the worst, —
It cannot be again.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,
The maimed may pause and breathe,