There is no remedy for time misspent; No healing for the waste of idleness, Whose very languor is a punishment Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.
There is no remedy for time misspent;
No healing for the waste of idleness,
Whose very languor is a punishment
Heavier than active souls can feel or guess.
Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.
Prejudice, which sees, what it pleases, cannot see what is plain.