It came burning hot into my mind, whatever he said and however he flattered, when he got me home to his house, he would sell me for a slave.
It came burning hot into my mind, whatever he said and however he flattered, when he got me home to his house, he would sell me for a slave.
By doubting we come to inquiry, by inquiry we come to truth.
Lines Written Upon Westminster Bridge Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who…
There are more fools than knaves in the world, else the knaves would not have enough to live upon.