“Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in the sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorising thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss.”
Sonnet 35
William Shakespeare
“Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in the sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorising thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss.”
Sonnet 35
William Shakespeare
“We’re going nowhere slowly, but we’re seeing all the sights”
The Ballad Of Me And My Friends
Frank Turner
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