What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
William ShakespeareThere is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
William ShakespeareWhat power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
William ShakespeareThere is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.
William Shakespeare