Peel’s smile: like the silver plate on a coffin.
Peel’s smile: like the silver plate on a coffin.
It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then, like most cliches, that cliche is untrue
You Remain As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining…
If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough.