All that Shakespeare says of the king, yonder slip of a boy that reads in the corner feels to be true of himself.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
All that Shakespeare says of the king, yonder slip of a boy that reads in the corner feels to be true of himself.
Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement: a sanded floor and…
Long time I ploughed the ocean wide, A life of toil I spent; But now in harbour safe arrived From…
I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know.