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
Those among them that have not received our religion do not fright any from it, and use none ill that goes over to it, so that all the while I was there one man was only punished on this occasion. – Thomas More
Divine Providence has spread her table everywhere, not with a juiceless green carpet, but with succulent herbage and nourishing grass, upon which most beasts feed. – Thomas More