For me the motley and the bauble, yea, Though all be vanity, as the Preacher saith, The mirth of love be mine for one brief breath! — Frederic Lawrence Knowles Copy Share Image
The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand. — Frederic Lawrence Knowles Copy Share Image
For me the motley and the bauble, yea, Though all be vanity, as the Preacher saith, The mirth of love be mine for one… — Frederic Lawrence Knowles Copy Share Image
I find no foeman in the road but fear; to doubt is failure and to dare success. — Frederic Lawrence Knowles Copy Share Image
