Poem – ‘De Consolatione, Book II, Song 2’

Though countless as the grains of sandThat roll at Eurus' loud command;Though countless as the lamps of nightThat glad us with vicarious light;Fair plenty, gracious queen, should pourThe blessings of a golden shower,Not all the gifts of fate combin'dWould ease the hunger of the mind,But swallowing call the mighty store,Rapacity would call for more;For still … Continue reading Poem – ‘De Consolatione, Book II, Song 2’