The person lives twice who lives the first life well. Robert Herrick
Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. […]
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower […]
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It’s not the fight that crowns us, […]
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire. Robert Herrick
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee. Robert Herrick