I die the kings faithful servant, but Gods first. – Thomas More
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. – Thomas More
I die the kings faithful servant, but Gods first. – Thomas More
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. – 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
A friendship like love is warm a love like friendship is steady. – Thomas More