Nature’s the robber;
a thief that’s thieved from my love —
for beauty’s from him. 1
© rl busséll 2019 – All rights reserved
- The forward violet thus did I chide: — Sonnet XCIX – William Shakespeare ↩
Nature’s the robber;
a thief that’s thieved from my love —
for beauty’s from him. 1
© rl busséll 2019 – All rights reserved