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 O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never...  The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy ... - Pagina 72 de William Shakespeare - 1811 Vizualizare completă -
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