The summer's flower is to the summer sweet
Though to itself it only live and die

“There's some ill planet reigns:I must be patient till the heavens lookWith an a…”

“Strike up our drums! Pursue the scatter'd stray.God, and not we, hath safely fo…”

“There is magic in the web" Shakespeare (Othello, Act 3, Scene 4)”

“She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will and yet was never lou…”