She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
John DrydenIf you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
John DrydenShe, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
John DrydenIf you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
John Dryden