Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. – Thomas More
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. – Thomas More
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. – Thomas More
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. – Thomas More
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. – Thomas More
A friendship like love is warm a love like friendship is steady. – Thomas More