Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when... The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies ... - Pàgina 214 per William Shakespeare - 1823 Visualització completa -
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