Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
William ShakespeareHe's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.
William ShakespeareGraze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
William ShakespeareHe's loved of the distracted multitude, who like not in their judgement, but their eyes.
William Shakespeare