Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Edward Young
Nature
Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
Edward Young
Night thoughts. Night i. Line 212.
Recorded in John Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, ninth edition, 1905 printing.