Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's...
The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George ... - Pagina 24
de William Shakespeare - 1807
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