Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars. — Edward Young Copy Share Image
The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do?… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
