His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Alfred Lord TennysonA still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
Alfred Lord TennysonHis honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Alfred Lord TennysonA still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
Alfred Lord Tennyson