That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
John DrydenShe, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
John DrydenThat gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
John DrydenShe, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
John Dryden