They change their clime, not their disposition, who run across the sea.
Horace
They change their clime, not their disposition, who run across the sea.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
They change their clime, not their disposition, who run across the sea.
They change their clime, not their disposition, who run across the sea.
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