The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 45
Lines
Lines.
To the Devil.
Had I thy ranging pow'rs, great liar,
And could I mortal passions rule,
Thy hateful soul-devouring fire would
Soon burn out for want of fuel.
To the Devil.
Had I thy ranging pow'rs, great liar,
And could I mortal passions rule,
Thy hateful soul-devouring fire would
Soon burn out for want of fuel.