I blame the scapegoats.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
I blame the scapegoats.
...but for the study itself, give me a small snug place, almost entirely walled with books. There should be only…
I know you little, I love you lots, my love for you could fill ten pots, fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,…
Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow, The small raine down can raine. Cryst, if my love were in my armes…