Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil. – John Dryden