Hateful divorce of love,'—thus chides she Death,— 'Grim-grinning ghost, earth's worm, what dost thou mean To stifle beauty and to steal his breath, Who when he liv'd, his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose, smell to the violet?
Aidee Venturahas quoted9 months ago
How love makes young men thrall and old men dote; How love is wise in folly foolish-witty