Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove,
Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own;
Though solitary, who is not alone,
But doth converse with that eternal love.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

God never had a church but there, men say,
The devil a chapel hath raised by some wiles,
I doubted of this saw, till on a day
I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Giles.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

Let Zephyr only breathe
And with her tresses play.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

He lives who dies to win a lasting name.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours,
Of winter's past or coming void of care,
Well pleased with delights which present are,
Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers.More William 1 [03/29/2018 05:03:36]