Additional Poems. 13. Oh Turn not in from Marching Oh turn not in from marching
To taverns on the way:
The drought and thirst and parching
A little dust will lay
And take desire away.
Oh waste no words a wooing
The soft sleep to your bed;
She is not worth pursuing,
You will so soon be dead;
And death will serve instead. |
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