The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten’d lungs or conscious of their charge.
The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too
The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten’d lungs or conscious of their charge.
