Quote#Poetry
Longing while living for laurel and bays
Quote byThomas John Dibdin · 1771–1841
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Epitaph for himself, written in the Ad Libitum Club. DNB, vol. 15 (1888) p. 11.
English (original)
Longing while living for laurel and bays, Under this willow a poor poet 'lays'; With little to censure, and less to praise, He wrote twelve dozen and three score plays: He finish'd his 'Life', and he went his ways.
— Thomas John Dibdin
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