Excerpt from Love's Last Labour Not LostTimidly aloof they fland, Till grown tamer, they at laft, Perching upon my open'd hand, Partake, with fongs, of my repaft 'tis then I learn from every bough How cheap, 0 Happinefs! Art thou.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.