XXXVI.
Reading edition
LOST.
I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound.
A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, find it, sir, for me!
Reading edition
I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound.
A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, find it, sir, for me!