of John Dryden
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
Thomas Babington Macaulay
of John Dryden His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
of John Dryden His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
of John Dryden
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
There is a solitude of space There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death,…
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it…
My policy on cake is pro having it and pro eating it.