Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There’s naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There’s naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!
