Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed.

Quote by John Cleveland

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The astrologer who spells the stars, mistakes his globes and in her bright eye interprets...

The astrologer who spells the stars, mistakes his globes and in her bright eye interprets...

I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my...

I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my...

Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but...

Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but...

My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like...

My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like...