But flying ere a bolt is cast.
E. D. Griffin.
48. Oh, he's as tedious
As a tired horse, a railing wife,
Worse than a smoky house.
Henry IV.
49. Love, the germ
Of his mild nature, hath spread graces forth,
Expanding with its progress; as the store
But flying ere a bolt is cast.
E. D. Griffin.
48. Oh, he's as tedious
As a tired horse, a railing wife,
Worse than a smoky house.
Henry IV.
49. Love, the germ
Of his mild nature, hath spread graces forth,
Expanding with its progress; as the store