When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit. – John Dryden
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age. – John Dryden