The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason o >>
Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to t >>
The first wrote, wine is the strongest. The second wrote, the king is >>
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plai >>
Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--c >>
The criterion of true beauty is that it increases on examination; if f >>
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead. [Song Of Solomon 4:1]