William Cory Quotations

Jolly boating weather, / And a hay harvest breeze, / Blade on the feather, / Shade off the trees.

All beauteous things for which we liveBy laws of time and space decay.But oh, the very reason whyI clasp them, is because they die.

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, / They brought me bitter news to hear, and bitter tears to shed.

Your chilly stars I can forgo,This warm kind world is all I know.