Maxioms by Edna St. Vincent Millay
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends read more
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- it gives a lovely light!
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.
