And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit… — John Milton Copy Share Image
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
