When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
Loneliness A hawk hovers in the air. Two white gulls float on the stream. Soaring with the wind, it is…
His dentist had once told him that he was one of the lucky few whose teeth would outlive him; he…
Delight in Disorder A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness : A lawn about the shoulders…