Compare me to the child that plays with fire, or to the fly that dieth in the flame, or to the foolish boy, that did aspire, to touch the glory of high heaven's frame. No man to these me fitly can compare, these live to die, I die to live in care.
Compare me to the child that plays with fire, or to the fly that dieth in the flame, or to the foolish boy, that did aspire, to touch the glory of high heaven's frame. No man to these me fitly can compare, these live to die, I die to live in care.