For a Wanton
TO men no more than so much coverFor them to doff or try,I found in Death a constant lover:Here in his arms I lie.
TO men no more than so much coverFor them to doff or try,I found in Death a constant lover:Here in his arms I lie.
TO men no more than so much cover
TO men no more than so much cover
For them to doff or try,
I found in Death a constant lover:
Here in his arms I lie.