DISCONTENT Light human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on– Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost Or a small wasp have crept to the inner-most Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun Shine westward of our window,–straight we run A furlong’s… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: 19th Century Discontent
All Purls. No Swine.