That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy... The Plays of William Shakespeare ... - Pagina 11door William Shakespeare - 1800Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
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...gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: — nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 pagina’s
...and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.... | |
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