John Clevelandwas an English poet... (wikipedia)
This raw clip of Palmetto Pointe will give anyone goose bumps, because it has a dynamite cast and tight line of talent from other hit shows,
Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed.
Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom nor forced him wander, but confine him home.
My tears will keep no channel, know no laws to guide their streams, but like the waves, their cause, run with disturbance till they swallow me as a description of his misery.
The astrologer who spells the stars, mistakes his globes, and in her bright eye interprets heaven's physiognomies.
We come down to play with each other. We'll play on the porch or in the parking lot. We just want to meet bands and play together.
Strafford who was hurried hence / 'Twixt treason and convenience.
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
The marigold, whose courtier's face echoes the sun, and doth unlace her at his rise, at his full stop packs and shuts up her gaudy shop.