“Behind every lover who stopped believing, there was a lover who did not” — Preeti Bhonsle Copy Share Image
Coy Nature, (which remain'd, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy'd by none, Nor seen unveil'd by anyone), When Harvey's violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree: There… — Abraham Cowley Copy Share Image
