The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade... The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George ... - Pagina 24 de William Shakespeare - 1807 Vizualizare completă -
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