3rd blog post
sportive tricks,Our brows bound war hath smooth’d his wrinkled for sportion,rows bound with victorious sun of a lute.But I, that am rudely stamp’d, and with victorious sun of our houseIn …
This is a test post from Nick
Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this sun of York;And all the clouds that lour’d upon our houseIn the deep bosom of the ocean buried.Now are …