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 Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... - Page 29
by William Shakespeare - 1793
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