All health, my sovereign lord!
All health, my sovereign lord!
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's
health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
Thou bring'st me happiness and peace, son John;
But health, alack, with youthful wings is flown
From this bare wither'd trunk.
Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming formsFeather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health. . . This love feel I.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories