Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love....
The plays of Shakspere, carefully revised [by J.O.] with a selection of engr ... - Page 769
by William Shakespeare - 1853
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