He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
William ShakespeareFor I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
William ShakespeareHe capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
William ShakespeareFor I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
William Shakespeare