Now That's Poetry
Mar. 28th, 2005 02:59 am"Down the primrose path I post, straight to Satan's grotto.
Shunning virtue, doing most things I ought not to.
Little hope of heaven I boast, charmed by pleasures auto.
Since the soul is bound to roast, 'save the skin's' my motto."
This is supposedly the translation of the first verse of a song written by the City Poet of Cologne in the 14th Century.
Shunning virtue, doing most things I ought not to.
Little hope of heaven I boast, charmed by pleasures auto.
Since the soul is bound to roast, 'save the skin's' my motto."
This is supposedly the translation of the first verse of a song written by the City Poet of Cologne in the 14th Century.
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Date: 2005-03-28 11:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-28 10:50 pm (UTC)