The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray. George Villiers astrayforestlose Change image and share on social
And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me. George Villiers backlaughpas Change image and share on social
Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold. George Villiers breastcrystalfoul Change image and share on social
Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them. George Villiers deadfamegrow Change image and share on social
What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things? George Villiers bringdevilfine Change image and share on social
