CCXV
Let not the night on thy resentment fall:
Strike when the wrong is fresh, or not at all.
The lion ceases if his first leap fail—
’Tis only dogs that nose a cooling trail.
CCXV
Let not the night on thy resentment fall:
Strike when the wrong is fresh, or not at all.
The lion ceases if his first leap fail—
’Tis only dogs that nose a cooling trail.