Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd >>
All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial. >>
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshi >>
The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of >>
A man finds room in the few square inches of the face for the traits o >>
A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of ficti >>
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?