The flower doth not worry, and the tree doth not waver.
There is not in nature, a thing that makes man so deformed, so beastly, as doth intemperate anger.
(3d pers. sing. pres.) of Do.
Death can ride the wind,and he can also walk the streets,looking for those listed,or those he accidently meets.A touch or a whisper,the smell of his breath,it's what lets us know,he beckons that we're...