Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels; . . .
Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels; . . .
From a documentary on marsupials I learn
that a pillowcase makes a fine
substitute pouch for an orphaned kangaroo. . . .
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
. . .