Date: 1682
"O play not with my Heart, as Children do / With some poor Bird, which while they love, they shew. / One over-weening grasp of life bereaves, / And in a moment all the joy deceives."
preview | full record— Coppinger, Matthew (fl. 1682)
Date: November, 1930
"What's in your mind, my dove, my coney; / Do thoughts grow like feathers, the dead end of life; / Is it making of love or counting of money, / Or raid on the jewels, the plans of a thief?"
preview | full record— Auden, W. H. (1907-1973)