Quote#Wisdom
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Quote byJohn Milton · 1608–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Lycidas (1637), Line 1.
English (original)
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
— John Milton
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