Amaranthus Quotes

Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the Laureat Herse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth: And, O ye Dolphins, waft the hapless youth. (John Milton)