That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.
James Russell LowellFor men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.
James Russell LowellThat love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.
James Russell LowellFor men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.
James Russell Lowell