And then the Louer, Sighing like Furnace, with a wofull ballad Made to his Mistresse eye-brow.
Bardolatorhas quoted2 years ago
Beautie prouoketh theeues sooner then gold
kenneth Steve Aguilarhas quoted2 years ago
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women, meerely Players; They haue their Exits and their Entrances, And one man in his time playes many parts