Go not too near a House of Rose, The depredation of a breeze, Or inundation of a dew, Alarms its walls away; Nor try to tie the butterfly, Nor climb the bars of ecstasy, In insecurity to lie, Is Joy's insuring quality.
Go not too near a House of Rose, The depredation of a breeze, Or inundation of a dew, Alarms its walls away; Nor try to tie the butterfly, Nor climb the bars of ecstasy, In insecurity to lie, Is Joy's insuring quality.