Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
The Dalliance of the Eagles Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled…
How did the party go in Portman Square? I cannot tell you; Juliet was not there. And how did Lady…
I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him.