No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. – John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face. – John Donne
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. – John Donne
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry. – John Donne