She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known
William ShakespeareO polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
William ShakespeareShe will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known
William ShakespeareO polished perturbation! golden care! That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide To many a watchful night.
William Shakespeare