For she’s made of flint and roses, very odd;
John Davidson
For she’s made of flint and roses, very odd;
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
For she’s made of flint and roses, very odd;
For she’s made of flint and roses, very odd;
The frugality and industry of private people can repair the breaches which the extravagance of government makes in society's capital.
It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.
Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.