This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
Those among them that have not received our religion do not fright any from it, and use none ill that… (read more)
'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.
Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
A little wanton money, which burned out the bottom of his purse.
An absolutely new idea is one of the rarest things known to man.
And it will fall out as in a complication of diseases, that by applying a remedy to one sore, you… (read more)
The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.