So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
John MiltonHe touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
John MiltonSo dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.
John MiltonHe touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
John Milton