O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. – Christopher Marlowe
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis? – Christopher Marlowe
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. – Christopher Marlowe
Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis? – Christopher Marlowe
Money cant buy love, but it improves your bargaining position. – Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. – Christopher Marlowe