Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold. — George Villiers Copy Share Image
Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them. — George Villiers Copy Share Image
Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold. — George Villiers Copy Share Image
