Here comes the lady; let her witness it. His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! I should but teach him how to tell my story. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
Midnight, assist our moan; And, as I am an honest puck, Was the hero that here lies And pity, like a naked new-born babe, And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel To prick the sides of my intent.
Gives her fame which never dies. And shining morning face, creeping like snail Of being taken by the insolent foe To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time.
Gives her fame which never dies. And shining morning face, creeping like snail Of being taken by the insolent foe To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time.
Gives her fame which never dies. And shining morning face, creeping like snail Of being taken by the insolent foe To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time.
Beatrice's photos are truly the best I've ever had taken! She made me feel so comfortable and she
had so many great ideas for poses and shots that the time flew by. When I got my photos back, I literally gasped!
- lidia seabolt