And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.
Ben JonsonMinds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
Ben JonsonAnd where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sow'd them with her odorous foot.
Ben JonsonMinds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
Ben Jonson