This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
William ShakespeareThy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.
William ShakespeareThis bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet
William ShakespeareThy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.
William Shakespeare