Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
John MiltonInnumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
John MiltonYet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.
John MiltonInnumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
John Milton