Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.


Poems by C. Churchill (ed. 1765)


Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.

Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.

Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.

Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.