Condolence From: Roderick Bryant
Condolence: Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty;
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
I will you, Gwen...
Thursday February 09, 2017