He thinks that he is then most blessed When he at drinking is the best. Yet though sweet wine his heart delight, Its curse rebounds with twofold might: His head weighed down with heaviness, He chides his soul and does confess Repentance in his grief. Not then "Drink! drink!" is still a pleasing strain.
Nuda veritas.
Последна промяна Добро Утро на 21 Яну 2010, 22:24, променена общо 1 път