Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs. Thomas Kyd
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; O life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
My son - and what's a song? A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness. Thomas Kyd
My son - and what's a song? A thing begot within a pair of minutes, thereabout, a lump bred up in darkness.
