What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.


All for Love: Or, The World Well Lost: A Tragedy (ed. 1710)

John Dryden Quotes

What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.

What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.

What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.

What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.