If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
John DrydenHe trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
John DrydenIf one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
John DrydenHe trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
John Dryden