I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine. — Ernest Dowson Copy Share Image
“A bride, before a ‘Good-night’ could be said, Should vanish from her clothes into her bed, As souls from bodies steal, and are not spied. But now she’s laid; what though she be? Yet there are more… — Dorothy L. Sayers Copy Share Image
