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Quotes by H. C. Bunner
What, know you not, old man (quoth he)- Your hair is white, your face is wise- That Love must kiss that Mortal's eyes Who hopes to see fair Arcady? No gold can buy you entrance there; But beggared Love may go all bare- No wisdom won with weariness; But love goes in with Folly's dress- No fame that wit could ever win; But only Love may lead Love in. To Arcady, to Arcady.— filed under Love