Oh Time the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger
Oh Time the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger
Tis melancholy, and a fearful sign Of human frailty, folly, also crime, That love and marriage rarely can combine, Although they both are born in the same clime Marriage from love, like vinegar from wine - A sad, sour, sober beverage - by time Is s
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time It doth but actions are our epochs
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
Time, the avenger unto thee I lift My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift.
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