Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.
Though now this grained face ...
Quotes from the same author
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
All the world is a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances; Each man in his time plays many parts.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
