Rose Reade

Viola
3 months ago
Orsino: For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being one displayed, doth fall that very hour. Viola: And so they are: alas, that they are so; To die, when they to perfection grow. My Lord, I do pro...
Paradise Lost
3 months ago
Paradise has not been lost, but found again, In time, in every sleeping second, Weathered by the grinding of sin’s teeth We are exiled, to paradise. I have seen the inch of skin that reeks at me Betwe...