So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. — John Milton Copy Share Image
“Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me bloud, and not restore What I have lost with cordiall fruit? Sure… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Behold a tree. Does it not speak to us thusly: 'Don't you see that God is not working himself into a frenzy… — Clarence Jordan Copy Share Image
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
