They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
Prior: Upon a passage in the Scaligerana.
What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Pope: To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.
They never taste who always drink;
They always talk who never think.
Prior: Upon a passage in the Scaligerana.
What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Pope: To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.