“I don’t remember you being this bitter or twisted five years ago. What the hell has happened to you?” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
O days remember'd well! remember'd all! The bitter sweet, the honey and the gall; Those garden rambles in the silent night, Those trees so shady, and that moon se bright, That thickset alley by the arbor clos'd, That woodbine seat… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
