SONG VII. Pleasure's Sting
Boethius · The Consolation of Philosophy · 51 of 90
SONG VII.
Pleasure's Sting.
This is the way of Pleasure:She stings them that despoil her;
And, like the wingéd toiler
Who's lost her honeyed treasure,
She flies, but leaves her smart
Deep-rankling in the heart.
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